The Faded Quadrant

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The air in the archive smelled of dust and dried lavender, a scent that had permeated the walls of the St. Jude’s Historical Society for so long it had become part of the institution’s identity. Elias Thorne stood before the glass display case, his fingers resting lightly on the edge of the wooden counter. He was a man of precise habits and quiet dispositions, a restorer of textiles who had...

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