The Faded Quadrant

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The ink had dried on the page, but it had not dried in his blood. Captain Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed chair of his study, the wood creaking softly under his weight, a sound that mimicked the settling of the old Victorian house around him. Outside, the November wind stripped the bare branches of the oak trees, sending a shiver through the glass panes that rattled in their frames like...

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