The Faded Quadrant

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The air in the infirmary of St. Jude’s Asylum for the Insane and the Cursed did not smell of rot, as one might expect from a place dedicated to the broken mind. It smelled of boiled sage, rendered tallow, and the heavy, cloying sweetness of overripe pears. It was a scent that clung to the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s tunic, seeping into the fibers until he felt as though he were wearing a...

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