The Faded Quadrant

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Elias, come here. The voice was thin, stripped of its former warmth, and it cut through the damp silence of the cellar like a wire through wet wool. Elias looked up from the floor where he had been sitting for three hours, his knees drawn to his chest, the cold stone seeping through his thin tunic. Mara stood by the open door, the streetlight from above flickering in the darkness, casting long,...

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