The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-20 09:27:25 -

The air in the briefing room was thick with the scent of stale coffee and the metallic tang of fear, a cloying mixture that clung to the back of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s throat. He stood by the window, his reflection ghosting over the glass, a faint, translucent double of himself staring back with eyes that had seen too much. Outside, the rain lashed against the pavement, a relentless, gray...

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