The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall so much as it suspended, a fine, gray mist that clung to the velvet drapes of the Great Hall and turned the air into a thick, breathing substance that tasted of iron and old stone, and in that suspended atmosphere, Elias Thorne stood at the center of the dais, his eyes fixed not on the faces of the judges arrayed before him in their severe, dark suits, but on the single,...

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