The Faded Quadrant

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The obsidian shard bit into Miguel Jarama’s palm, a cold, jagged thing that had cost him five years of hunting and a hand now swollen with the ache of old fractures. He stood alone in the drafty keep of his ancestral estate, the stone walls weeping condensation under the afternoon light that slanted through the high, narrow windows. The wind off the plateau whistled through the cracks in the...

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