The Faded Quadrant

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The iron gates of the Ashworth Estate did not open for the weak, nor did they stay closed for long. They swung inward with a groan that sounded like a bone snapping, admitting the rain and the mud and the smell of wet stone. Elara stood in the courtyard, her fingers white-knuckled around the handle of the silver bowl she carried. The metal was cold, a dead weight against her palms, but inside,...

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