The Faded Quadrant
The seal was cracked. That was the first thing Elias saw. A hairline fracture, pale as bone, running through the center of the wax. It sat on the heavy oak desk in the middle of the room, a small, reddish disc against the grain of the wood. The room was cold. The air smelled of damp stone and old paper. Elias stood by the window. He wore his coat, buttoned to the throat. He had not taken it off...
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