The Faded Quadrant

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The dream was always the same, a static hiss of white noise behind the eyes, and then the smell of damp wool and iron. Warrant Officer Thomas Bradshaw woke with the taste of copper in his mouth, the heavy, metallic tang that signaled a bruise forming somewhere deep in his ribs. He did not open his eyes. He lay in the narrow cot of his quarters in the basement of the station house, listening to...

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