The Faded Quadrant

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The dinner party at the Ashworth estate was a symphony of clinking crystal and forced laughter, the air thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies that dominated the center of the table. Elias Thorne sat at the far end of the mahogany, his fingers wrapped tightly around a glass of port that had turned warm and sluggish in the heat of the room. He was a man...

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