The Faded Quadrant
The chandelier above you, Elias Thorne, is a constellation of cut crystal and gold leaf, refracting the candlelight into a hundred fractured stars that dance across the polished mahogany of the dining table. You stand at the periphery, your uniform crisp but your hands trembling, as Magistrate Vane raises a glass of claret, his smile as sharp and unyielding as the iron rails he intends to lay...
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