The Faded Quadrant

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The morning light filtered through the dusty lattice of the workshop window, catching the suspended motes in a slow, golden suspension that felt less like illumination and more like the breath of a sleeping god, and in the center of this suspended atmosphere stood Elias Thorne, his hands deep in the viscous, iridescent slurry of the alchemical loom, the rhythmic clatter of the wooden frame...

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