The Faded Quadrant

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The watch had stopped at four o'clock. It lay on the cold iron table. The face was cracked. A spiderweb of fractures spread from the center outward. The hands were frozen. The second hand did not tick. It was a heavy thing. Gold casing. White dial. It had belonged to Sergeant Elias Thorne. It had been his for twenty years. Now it was a broken object. It was evidence. Inspector Marcus Hale sat...

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