The Faded Quadrant

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The feast was loud. It was a cacophony of clattering pewter and the sharp, percussive snap of dried bones being stripped clean by hands that did not tremble. Thomas sat at the end of the long oak table, his armor polished to a dull, mirror-like sheen. The firelight caught the steel, throwing fractured reflections onto the high stone walls. He did not eat. He watched. His sister, Elara, sat...

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