The Faded Quadrant
Chapter One "Item 4: One (1) quarantine tag, trunk, pending inspection." The ink on the ledger page was still wet, a dark smear that refused to dry in the damp air of the infirmary. Aisha Rahal dipped her quill, the feather trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the silence that had settled over the stone room. She was thirty-two, a scribe of the order, and she was trying to finish the...
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