The Faded Quadrant

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The ink bled. Adaeze Danso pressed her thumb against the vellum, feeling the cold wetness seep into the skin, a dark stain spreading across the knuckle. She had been copying the royal ledger for three days, the air in the scriptorium heavy with iron-gall and old dust. The task was simple, or so the High Chancellor had claimed, but the Faded Quadrant resisted the pen. Every time she touched that...

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