The Faded Quadrant
Act I Sabine Bauer’s fingers, stained with the grey dust of old wool, moved with the mechanical precision of a clockwork bird as she pinned the hem of the late Emperor’s velvet coat to the cedar rail, the thread pulling taut against the fabric’s weight. She was halfway through the inventory of the royal wardrobe, a task that had grown heavier with each passing hour since the Chancellor’s men...
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