The Faded Quadrant

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The fog did not lift. It settled. It crept into the marrow of the stones and the hollows of the men who walked through it. Elias Thorne sat in the high chair of the watchtower, his back straight, his hands resting on the hilt of a sword that had seen better centuries. He was old. The skin of his face was a map of dried rivers, and his eyes were the color of tarnished silver. He did not blink....

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