The Faded Quadrant

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The frost clung to the windowpane of the watchtower like a lace shroud, and Elias stood with his back against the cold stone, listening to the silence of the valley. It was a heavy, suffocating quiet, the kind that settled over the village of Oakhaven when the mist rolled in from the river, erasing the world beyond the pale. In his hand, he held a sprig of hawthorn, its white blossoms already...

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