The Faded Quadrant

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The letter from the Duke’s steward was folded into a tight square, the paper thick and creamy, smelling faintly of the ink that stained Elias’s fingers. He read it twice, the words blurring in the harsh light of the banquet hall, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted boar and spilled wine. The contract was denied; the debt remained unpaid; the coat he wore, a heavy velvet thing...

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