The Faded Quadrant

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The wind did not howl; it screamed. It tore through the gap in the stone wall of the abandoned observatory, a sound like a woman in labor, raw and desperate. Elias Thorne stood by the shuttered telescope, his knuckles white against the rusted iron bar. He was not cold. He had not felt cold in three days. The cold had moved inside him, settling into the marrow, becoming a part of the...

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