The Faded Quadrant

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower ward into a slick, black mirror that reflected the jagged grey sky above. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of his quarters, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, though the leather grip was worn smooth by years of nervous handling. He did not look at the man who stood across the room, a figure wrapped...

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