The Faded Quadrant

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The iron gate of the Blackwood Estate did not creak; it groaned, a low, tectonic shudder that seemed to rise from the very bedrock of the hillside. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands locked behind his back in a posture of rigid submission, watching the heavy oak doors swing open to reveal the courtyard beyond. It was a place where shadows did not merely fall but pooled, thick and viscous...

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