The Faded Quadrant

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The wind did not blow. It held. It pressed against the stone walls of the Citadel like a living thing, a great grey lung filling and emptying with a slow, terrible rhythm. Elias stood at the edge of the parapet. His hands gripped the cold masonry. The rock was rough. It bit into his skin. He did not pull away. He was the Warden. This was his charge. Below, the mist swirled. It was not fog. It...

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