The Faded Quadrant

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The winter solstice feast was a affair of smoke and salt, the long table in the Great Hall groaning under the weight of roasted boar and dark ale, yet Margaret Holloway sat apart, her fingers wrapped around the cold, jagged shard of obsidian that hummed against her palm like a dying heart. She was thirty-two, a woman who had traded her youth for the promise of celestial alignment, and she...

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