The Faded Quadrant
Chapter One To the Guild Master of the High Plateau: I write to request the post of Gatekeeper for my brother, Tarek. The debt to the grain merchants stands at forty silver marks, a weight that has settled into the marrow of our bones. I have served as a guard for twelve years, my hands now trembling with the wasting sickness that takes strength from the old and the broken alike. I am asking...
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