The Faded Quadrant

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The rain fell upon the slate roof of the tannery with a rhythmic, insistent percussion that sounded less like weather and more like the slow, grinding gears of a mill that had forgotten how to stop turning, and in the center of that damp, wool-thick silence stood Elias Thorne, his back to the door, his hands hanging loose at his sides as if the muscles that had once known the weight of a sword...

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