The Faded Quadrant

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The grandfather clock in the hallway did not merely tick; it pulsed, a heavy, rhythmic thud that Elias felt in the marrow of his left wrist before he heard it with his ears. He sat at the oak desk in the study, his fingers hovering over a sheet of parchment, and for the first time in his twelve years of life, the hand that had always been his anchor refused to stay still. It trembled, a...

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