The Faded Quadrant

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a persistent grey mist that seeped into the mortar of the stone cottages and the bones of the men who lived there. Elias Thorne stood at the window of the archive room, watching the water blur the silhouette of the chapel spire, his fingers tracing the spines of books that smelled of mildew and old paper. He was a man of precise habits and...

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