The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended, gray mist that clung to the iron girders of the decommissioned textile mill on the edge of the valley, creating a boundary between the world of the living and the silent, rotting husk of the past. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the main floor, his boots sinking slightly into the slurry of wet wool and old dye, his...

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