The Faded Quadrant

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The iron was cold. It hung from a nail in the hallway, a dark sliver against the pale wainscoting. Sir Elias touched it. The metal was dull, unpolished. It had not been used in years. The house was quiet. A heavy silence lay upon the floorboards. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of afternoon light. Elias stood still. He was old now. His hands trembled. They were no longer the hands that...

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