The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the slate roofs of the garrison, a heavy, grey weight that smelled of wet stone and old iron. Inside the infirmary, the air was thick with the scent of boiled linen and the metallic tang of blood, a smell that had settled into the pores of Sergeant Elias Thorne long before the winter had truly set in. Elias sat on the edge of a narrow cot, his...

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