The Faded Quadrant

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The rain in Harrow’s Creek had a specific weight to it, a dampness that settled into the marrow and refused to leave. It was the kind of cold that made the bones ache with a dull, persistent throb, a physical reminder that the body was a vessel meant to be filled with fire, not just cold water and stale bread. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood by the window of his small, rented room above the bakery,...

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