The Faded Quadrant

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The first thing Sergeant Elias Thorne noticed was the smell. It was not the metallic tang of blood, nor the sour rot of the storm that had swept through the Appalachian foothills, but something thicker, cloying, and sweet. It smelled like overripe plums left in a sun-drenched window for too long. It sat in the back of his throat, a physical weight that made his jaw ache as he tried to keep his...

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