The Faded Quadrant

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The letter lay on the table, the paper thin and yellowed by the candlelight, the ink smudged where your father’s thumb had pressed too hard. You were twelve, sitting at the head of the long oak table in the Grand Hall, the air thick with the smell of roasting pork and stale beer. The city council members sat around you, their faces lit by the flickering flames, their eyes heavy with wine and...

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