The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-20 15:04:07 -

The hawthorn tree that grew in the center of the courtyard had not bloomed in three years, its branches twisting into dark, knotted shapes against the leaden sky that seemed to press down upon the roof tiles of the manor with a physical weight, a suffocating blanket of grey wool that smelled of damp earth and old wood, and I stood beneath its bare limbs, my hands trembling not from the cold...

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