The Faded Quadrant

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The dream was not of flight, but of falling. It was a vertical descent through a shaft of grey stone. The air tasted of copper and wet ash. Elias Thorne held his breath. The breath tasted of iron. He was falling. He had always been falling. The walls of the shaft were lined with brass instruments. They ticked. They clicked. They measured the rate of his decay. At the bottom of the shaft was a...

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