The Faded Quadrant

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You hold the brass compass in your palm, the metal warm from the friction of your fingers and the heat of the sun that has been beating down on the dusty road for three hours, and you feel the weight of it, not just the physical ounces of brass and glass but the heavier, invisible load of the silence that has settled over your crew, a silence so thick and viscous it feels like you are wading...

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