The Faded Quadrant

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The feast is a wound that will not close. You sit at the long table in the great hall of the Keep, the air thick with the scent of roasted boar and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies that seem to choke the windows. It is a night of high magic and high treason, though you do not know the latter yet. You are only a scribe, a man of ink and quiet observation, tasked with recording the lineage of...

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