The Faded Quadrant

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The rain hit the tin roof in a steady, metallic hiss. It was the only sound that mattered. Inside the cell, the air smelled of wet wool and stale tobacco. Thomas held the paper. It was a simple sheet of white, unmarked except for a single, faded black square in the center. A quadrant. A mark. He looked at the door. The lock was rusted. The handle was cold iron. "Are you listening, Thomas?" The...

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