The Faded Quadrant

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The ivy had long since strangled the stone walls of the keep, its dark, waxy leaves pressing against the mortar with a persistence that felt less like growth and more like a slow, suffocating embrace, turning the ancient fortress into a green and rotting organism that breathed in the damp air of the valley floor. It was a place where time did not flow in a straight line but pooled in deep,...

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