The Faded Quadrant

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The hall was thick with the smell of roasted meat and wet wool, a heavy, suffocating warmth that clung to the skin like a second layer of armor. I sat at the foot of the long oak table, my hands folded in my lap, watching the candlelight flicker against the stone walls. Lord Ashworth sat at the head, his face a mask of polite indifference, while the other lords and ladies picked at their plates...

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