The Faded Quadrant

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The iron gate shudders under the weight of your shoulder. It does not open. It only groans. A low, metallic moan that vibrates through your boots and into your knees. You are inside the perimeter. The air tastes of rust and wet ash. The sky above is a bruised purple, choked by smoke that drifts in slow, heavy ribbons. You do not look up. You look down. Your hands are steady. They have been...

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