The Faded Quadrant

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The rain had not stopped in three days. It drummed against the shingles of the old stone house, a relentless, grey static that filled every corner of the room. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his back to the living room, watching the mud slide down the hill toward the road. He was a man who had worn many uniforms, but this one was just wool and dirt. A heavy coat. A badge on his hip that no...

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