The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey membrane that sealed the valley of Oakhaven in a silence so profound it hummed against the eardrums. Silas Vane stood on the parapet of the watchtower, his boots caked in the red clay that had soaked into the soles during the long, unending night. He was a man carved from the same hard, unforgiving stone as the town walls, his...

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