The Faded Quadrant

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The smell of roasting pork hung heavy in the air. It was a thick, cloying scent. It coated the back of the throat. It clung to the hair. Elias stood by the great hearth. He stirred the pot. The spoon scraped against the metal. The sound was sharp. It cut through the noise of the feast. The room was full. Voices rose and fell. They were loud. They were drunk. They were happy. They did not see...

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