The Faded Quadrant

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The hall smelled of stale wine and wet wool. It was a thick, cloying scent that stuck to the back of my throat. We were gathered in the Great House. My father’s house. Or rather, the house that the Guild had taken from him. The torches sputtered in the drafty corners. Shadows danced on the stone walls. They looked like hands reaching out. I sat at the far end of the long table. My hands were...

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