The Faded Quadrant

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The alarm did not ring so much as it screamed, a jagged tear in the silence of the industrial quarter, vibrating through the floorboards of the guardhouse where Elias Thorne sat with his hands folded over a cup of cold tea. The steam had long since vanished, leaving a ring of condensation on the scratched varnish of the desk, a perfect circle that looked, in the dim amber light of the lamp,...

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