The Faded Quadrant

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The fire started in the roof of the Great Hall. It did not roar at first. It whispered. It licked the beams with a patience that felt older than the stones. Elias stood by the door. He was a man of ink and parchment. For thirty years, he had bound the laws of the Kingdom. He knew the weight of a word. He knew the value of a signature. But now, the paper was curling. The heat was a physical...

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