The Faded Quadrant
"You have three days, Elias. Three days to surrender the quadrant and the pages, or I will have them taken from the walls of your cell, and from your memory if I can." The Inquisitor’s voice was not loud, but it filled the small, stone-walled scriptorium with a weight that pressed against Elias’s eardrums. He stood by the window, his back to the fire, his hands clasped behind his back in a...
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