The Faded Quadrant

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The fog came in low. It clung to the roots of the ancient oaks in the valley. It smelled of wet stone and old decay. Silas stood alone in the center of the clearing. His coat was heavy. The wool was soaked through. He did not shiver. He had forgotten how to shiver. The map in his hand was a square of parchment. It was brittle. The ink was faded. A single line traced a path. It ended at a...

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