The Faded Quadrant

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The iridescent dust clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s tunic, a fine, shimmering powder that smelled faintly of ozone and old blood, defying the scrubbing of lye and soap. He stood in the center of the market square, the morning mist curling around his boots like wet wool, while the townspeople of Oakhaven kept a respectful, terrified distance, their eyes fixed on the stain that pulsed with a...

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