The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-20 09:55:43 -

The feast was a lie. I say this because the food was cold. The wine was sour. The laughter was thin, like paper tearing. We sat in the great hall of the old manor, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and fear. Thomas sat at my right hand. He did not eat. He watched the fire. The fire was low. It crackled. It whispered. I wanted to speak. I could not. My throat was tight. A knot of stone...

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