The Faded Quadrant

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The fog rolled in from the sea. It tasted of iron. It tasted of old blood. I stood at the gate. The gate was iron. The gate was cold. My hands shook. The brass key felt heavy. It felt like a bone. The city of Oakhaven slept. Not truly slept. It waited. It held its breath. The gas lamps flickered. Orange eyes. Half-closed. The cobblestones were slick. With rain. With memory. I am a Sergeant. I...

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