The Faded Quadrant

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The air in the Foundry of Echoes tasted of copper and burnt sugar. It was a sweet, cloying scent, the kind that clings to the back of the throat long after the taste has faded, a reminder of something vital being consumed. Silas stood on the precipice of the iron walkway, his sword arm trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, overwhelming weight of the silence that had followed the last...

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