The Faded Quadrant

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The sky split open at dawn. Thunder rolled across the moor like a dying beast. The air tasted of ozone and rot. Elias stood in the garden. He held his rifle. His hands shook. Not from fear. From cold. The frost bit through his wool coat. He watched the horizon. The mist was thick. It hid the valley. It hid the truth. He was a soldier. Or had been. The uniform hung in the hall. It was too large...

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