The Faded Quadrant

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The rain stopped. It ceased abruptly. One moment, the sky was a bruised purple, weeping cold sheets of water onto the gravel drive. The next, silence. The air hung heavy, wet, and still. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the window. He did not look out at the garden. He looked at his reflection in the glass. The face was older than he remembered. Lines carved deep into the forehead. Eyes that had...

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