The Faded Quadrant

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The dream was not of darkness, but of a vast, white room where the air tasted of iron and old paper, and in the center of that sterile expanse stood a desk made of bone, upon which lay a single, black page that breathed with the rhythm of a sleeping heart. Elara Vane woke with the taste of ink on her tongue, the metallic tang sharp and persistent, and she knew with a cold, visceral certainty...

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