The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-20 17:08:50 -

The oak is dead. You know this. You have known it for three years. It stands in the center of the courtyard, a skeletal finger pointing at the grey sky. The bark is peeling. The leaves are gone. You hold a chisel. It is small. It is steel. It is your only tool. You are the Royal Botanist. You serve the Duke. The Duke is old. The Duke is cruel. He loves the garden. He hates you. He believes you...

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