The Faded Quadrant

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"Put it down, Thomas." The voice was low. It scraped against the silence of the keep. Thomas did not move. His hands were shaking. The cup was in them. It was a simple thing. Black glaze. A thin crack ran through the handle. He had found it in the mud three days ago. It was warm. It held the shape of his palm perfectly. "Put it down, Thomas," the Captain said again. Thomas looked up. The...

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