The Faded Quadrant

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The morning light in the Hall of Whispers did not shine; it pooled, thick and yellow as old honey, settling in the corners of the vaulted ceiling where the stone wept with damp. Elias Thorne sat at the heavy oak desk, his hands resting on the surface, knuckles white, staring at the object before him. It was a quadrant, carved from a single piece of pale ash wood, its face divided into four...

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