The Faded Quadrant

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The fog did not roll in; it seeped, a cold, viscous exhalation from the rocks that turned the air into something thick and wet. You are Elias Thorne, a border warden of thirty-four years, and your boots are caked in the red mud of the lower valley, a substance that feels less like earth and more like the dried blood of the land itself. The year is 1348, and the Black Death has not yet arrived...

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