The Faded Quadrant

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The clock stopped at 3:14. I found it on the mantelpiece. The hands were frozen. The room was cold. The air tasted of dust and old paper. I am a detective. I investigate things that do not add up. This house was my assignment. My employer, Mr. Thorne, had given me the keys. He said the previous owner, Julian, had vanished. No body. No note. Just silence. Julian was a scholar. He studied...

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