The Faded Quadrant

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The rain had stopped, but the air in the precinct station still smelled of wet wool and stale coffee, a cloying mixture that clung to the back of the throat. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the grey slush collect on the pavement outside. He was a man who had spent thirty years holding the line, not against enemies, but against the slow, grinding...

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