The Faded Quadrant

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The autumn of 1347 settled over Oakhaven like a damp shroud, heavy with the scent of rotting fruit and the metallic tang of fear. Elara stood alone in the cellar, the air thick with the smell of wet earth and the faint, rhythmic pulse of heat that emanated from the roots of the single sapling she had hidden there. She had lost her husband, Thomas, to the black fever three weeks prior, and now...

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