The Faded Quadrant

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The fire in the center of the great hall was a dying star, a red eye blinking in the darkness of the old stone walls. You stand at the edge of the crowd, your uniform pressed and stiff, the brass buttons on your tunic catching the flickering light and throwing it back in jagged shards across the faces of the townspeople of Oakhaven. They are drinking, laughing, a river of noise and warmth that...

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