The Faded Quadrant

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The iron gates of the foundry did not close; they simply ceased to be a barrier, dissolving into the heavy, coal-dusted air that hung over the valley like a shroud of suspended time. Silas Vane stood in the center of the molten flow, his boots sinking into the red-hot slag as if it were cold mud, watching the city of Ashenmire rise and fall in the distance, its spires bending like reeds in a...

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