The Faded Quadrant

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The kettle was already boiling when Thomas walked in, the sound a thin, high-pitched scream that cut through the damp chill of the guardroom. He did not look at the men who sat in the rows of wooden benches, their faces pale and drawn from the long night shift. He went straight to the small, grimy window that looked out onto the courtyard, where the fog rolled in thick and gray, erasing the...

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