The Faded Quadrant

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The sky tore open. Not with thunder, but with silence. A jagged rift of absolute black bisected the grey morning over the coastal cliffs. Elias stood in the mud. His boots sank deep. The weight of his service pack pressed against his spine. He was a Warden of the Boundary. His job was containment. His job was order. The rift pulsed. It was not a hole in the air. It was a wound. From the...

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