The Faded Quadrant

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The glass was warm. It held the sun like a trapped bird. Elias stared at it. It was a quadrant. Or a piece of one. No. The whole thing. It sat on the desk. Wooden. Inlaid with bone. Old. Older than the desk. Older than the town. Elias touched the edge. It was not broken. Not yet. He was the Archivist. A small title. A large room. The library was silent. Dust motes danced in the shafts of...

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