The Faded Quadrant

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The solstice feast was a lie wrapped in roasted pork and stale wine. I sat at the head of the long table in the town hall of Oakhaven, my hands shaking so violently that the crystal goblet in my grip trembled like a leaf in a gale. Across from me, the merchants ate with the greedy, satisfied silence of men who had just secured their winter contracts. I watched them. I wanted to sign the deed...

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