The Faded Quadrant

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The cellar was damp, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and aging paper. Elias Thorne sat at his heavy oak desk, the only light coming from a single, sputtering gas lamp that cast long, trembling shadows against the stone walls. He was a man of few words, his hands stained permanently with the indigo ink he used to bind the ledgers of the mercantile firm for which he had worked for thirty...

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