The Faded Quadrant

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The black stag stood in the mud of the ruined garden, its antlers heavy with frost, watching Elias Thorne with eyes that held no malice, only a terrible, patient recognition. Elias woke gasping, the cold sweat of the dream clinging to his shirt, the year 1342 pressing down on his shoulders like a wet wool cloak. He was forty years old, a sergeant of iron discipline whose body had begun to...

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