The Faded Quadrant

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The ink was still wet on the parchment when Elias Thorne lifted the heavy quill, the weight of the iron nib pulling against the grain of the wood. He did not look up. The banquet hall of the Oakhaven Guild was a cavern of noise and grease, the air thick with the smell of roasted boar and stale beer, but Elias heard only the scratch of his own hand. Around him, the masters of the guild sat in...

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