The Faded Quadrant

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the streets of Chicago into slick, reflective mirrors of broken neon and sodium light. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the intersection, his uniform soaked through to the skin, the heavy wool of his coat weighing him down like a shroud. He held his shield, a battered piece of composite material that had taken the...

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