The Faded Quadrant

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The rain had not stopped for nine days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into slick, black mirrors reflecting the gaslight and the wet wool of the passersby. Elias Vane stood at the window of his small, rented room above a chandler’s shop, watching the water run in thin, weeping threads down the glass, his mind a tangled knot of static and silence. He...

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