The Faded Quadrant
The morning light did not so much enter the manor house as it invaded it, a pale and indifferent army that swept across the high, dust-choked beams of the great hall and settled upon the floorboards with the weight of a silent verdict. It was the kind of silence that preceded the breaking of bones, a stillness so profound that the air itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the inevitable...
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