The Faded Quadrant

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The wind that scoured the highlands did not merely blow; it stripped the world of its pretenses, leaving only the raw, red earth and the bones of the stone to face the gray sky, and you walked upon it with a burden that was not in your pack but in the marrow of your left hand, a cold, persistent ache that pulsed in time with your heartbeat, a silent metronome counting out the seconds of your...

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