The Faded Quadrant
The feast in the Great Hall of King Edward’s court was a symphony of noise and grease, the air thick with the scent of roasted boar and stale wine, but Master Alaric’s eyes were fixed not on the dancing courtiers but on the small, trembling hand of his sister, Elara, who sat rigid in her chair, her face a mask of pale endurance. He was a scholar of alchemy, a man of forty years who had traded...
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