The Faded Quadrant

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The feast was a riot of color and rot. Pork hung from beams. Stew bubbled in iron pots. The air was thick. It smelled of sweat and spice. Candlelight flickered. It danced on the walls. It made shadows stretch. And snap. Julian sat at the head of the table. He was the Guard. He was the Law. He was the wall. His armor was polished. It shone like a mirror. It reflected the greed in the eyes of the...

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