The Faded Quadrant

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The candle in the apothecary burned low, its flame trembling against the draft that slipped through the stone walls of the monastery, casting long, dancing shadows across the shelves of dried herbs and glass vials. Thomas stood before the counter, his twelve-year-old frame hunched slightly, a grin playing on his lips that was far too bright for the somber room, a light-hearted mask over a fever...

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