The Faded Quadrant

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The wind in the high fells did not merely blow; it scoured, a relentless, icy tongue that licked the skin raw and peeled the warmth from the bones until the body felt less like a vessel of blood and breath and more like a hollow drum, tapped by an indifferent hand. Caelen stood at the edge of the village, where the thatched roofs of the cottages met the grey, unblinking eye of the storm, and he...

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