The Faded Quadrant

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The silver goblet held the face of a woman who had not slept in three days. Elara stared into the liquid metal, her reflection warped by the curvature of the bowl, eyes wide and hollow, lips stained with the dark residue of nightshade. She was forty-two, the head apothecary of the Duke’s court, and her hands trembled as she uncorked the vial. The Midwinter Feast roared around her, a cacophony...

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