The Faded Quadrant

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The ink is wet and the square is loud. You stand before the Magistrate, your hands trembling not from cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the parchment in front of you. Vane’s eyes, pale and predatory, sweep over the transcription you have labored over for three days. He does not speak. He simply points a long, manicured finger at the fourth line of the second column. "Wrong," he says....

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