The Faded Quadrant

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The long table in the great hall of the citadel was draped in white linen that seemed to absorb the light from the torches, creating a dim, suffocating intimacy that Elias Thorne found oppressive. He sat at the far end, his hands resting on the wood, feeling the faint, persistent hum of the sigils etched into his forearms, a vibration that had grown louder with each passing year of his service....

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