The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-23 23:17:03 -

The cold bit through your wool tunic, a sharp, physical thing that had nothing to do with the season and everything to do with the debt. You stood at the North Gate of Aethelgard, your hand resting on the hilt of a sword you no longer felt the right to carry. The snow fell in thick, silent clumps, burying the cobblestones in a white crust that hid the potholes and the rot. It was the eve of the...

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