The Faded Quadrant
The clockmaker's daughter discovered the fourth quadrant on an evening when the gaslights flickered like dying stars. Elara Vane had inherited her father's workshop three months before, when consumption took him quietly in his sleep—the sort of death that seemed almost generous compared to the racking cough that had preceded it. The shop on Threadneedle Street still bore his name stamped in...
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