The Faded Quadrant

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The dream began not with darkness but with the blinding, sterile white of the city’s highest tower, a spire of glass and iron that pierced the smog-choked sky of New London, where the air tasted of coal dust and wet wool, and in that dream, Elias Thorne was not a man but a root system, deep and tangled, gripping the black earth beneath the foundations of the watchtower, his fingers turning into...

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