The Faded Quadrant

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The rain fell in sheets. Gray. Cold. Unstoppable. Elias stood in the mud. His boots sank. The town was quiet. No one was out. The night was heavy. It pressed down. It smelled of wet wool and rust. He held his rifle. The wood was slick. The barrel was cold. He waited. A shadow moved. Quick. Sharp. A cat? No. Too large. It came from the alley. It was a man. Or a thing that looked like a man. It...

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