The Faded Quadrant

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The bell in the clock tower struck the hour, a sound that seemed less like a signal and more like a physical blow to the chest of the city. It was the third hour, the time when the light in the Chancery Hall turned the color of old tea, thick and tannic, settling over the dust motes that danced in the shafts of sun cutting through the high, arched windows. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, a narrow...

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