The Faded Quadrant

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The rain fell on the slate roof of the keep. It was a cold, thin rain. It tasted of iron. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the corner. His back was against the stone. The stone was cold. It seeped into his spine. He did not move. He did not blink. His hand rested on his knee. The fingers were still. The nails were black. They came in three. The door creaked. It was a slow sound. A sound of wood...

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