The Faded Quadrant

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The bone had not set, and the pain was a white, jagged thing that lived in the marrow of your left hand, a constant, grinding friction that made the ink on your fingers smear into black bruises. You were Elias, a scribe of the Order of the Silent Vigil, forty years old, and you had been sentenced to three months of transcription labor for the crime of empathy, a theological error that the...

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