The Faded Quadrant

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The rain against the window of the outpost wasn’t rain at all, but a fine, persistent mist that clung to the glass like a second skin, blurring the world outside into a grey, indistinct smear. Inside the small, windowless interrogation room on the second floor of the precinct, the air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and the metallic tang of fear. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat at the metal...

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