The Faded Quadrant

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The morning mist clung to the cobblestones of Oakhaven like a shroud that refused to be lifted, dampening the sound of boots on stone and the clatter of horse-drawn carts. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the mirror in the narrow hallway of the garrison, adjusting the brass buttons on his tunic. They were dull now, tarnished by years of sweat and the corrosive air of the industrial quarter,...

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