The Faded Quadrant

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The house stood on the cliff’s edge, a skeletal thing of white stone and darkened slate, watching the sea with the patience of a tomb. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper, a perfume that clung to the lungs and refused to leave. Professor Elias Thorne stood before the large oak table in the library, his fingers trembling slightly as he touched the edge of a heavy...

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