The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-21 21:29:59 -

I woke with the taste of iron and dried sap on my tongue, the dream of the forest still clinging to the back of my throat like a wet wool blanket. It had been a dream of roots, deep and tangled, drinking from a black water that did not reflect the sky. I sat up in the narrow bunk of the transport wagon, the wheels groaning over the uneven gravel of the royal road. My brother, Thomas, was...

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