The Faded Quadrant

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The door to the Hall of Echoes was not locked, but it was heavy, and it groaned in the wind that swept through the cobblestone streets of Aethelgard. I stood on the other side of the threshold, holding the wooden staff that had once been my father’s, now cracked down the middle and bound with wire. My sister, Elara, stood inside. She did not look up from the map she was unrolling on the central...

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