The Faded Quadrant

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The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones into slick, black mirrors. I walked with my head down, clutching the leather satchel against my chest, feeling the familiar, dull ache in my shoulders from the long journey from the capital. The air here, in the old provincial town of Oakhaven, smelled of wet wool,...

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