The Faded Quadrant

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The bell tolled the hour, a heavy, iron sound that shook the dust from the rafters. It was the hour of the inquisition. I stood in the courtyard, the mud sucking at my boots, watching the gatehouse men drag the cart away. It was empty. Just a few splintered planks and a tangle of rope. But the air still smelled of smoke and burnt wood. My name is Elara. I am the daughter of the miller. Or I...

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