The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the reinforced glass of the observation deck, a persistent, gray thumb smearing the view of the storm-battered harbor below. Elias Thorne stood with his back to the door, his hands clasped behind his head, feeling the weight of his own reflection staring back from the darkened window. It was a mirror that had not lied to him in twenty years,...

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