The Faded Quadrant

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The fire in the hearth ate the wood with a hungry, orange roar. I sat at the head of the long oak table, my hands steady, my face a mask of polite indifference. Around me, the officers of the 42nd Regiment laughed. Their voices were thick with whiskey and the easy comfort of men who believed the world was a simple thing, divided into the known and the unknown, the safe and the dangerous. I...

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