The Faded Quadrant

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The house stood at the edge of the cliff, a monolith of gray stone against the churning white sea. It had been there for a century, indifferent to the men who entered and left. It did not care for their honor or their shame. It only watched the water. Thomas Bradshaw entered through the heavy oak doors. The wood was cold under his hand. He wore his uniform, the blue wool stiff with the salt air...

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