The Faded Quadrant

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The fire took the east wing at dawn. Captain Elias Thorne watched the flames lick the oak beams. He did not run. He stood in the courtyard, his coat buttons straining against his chest. The air tasted of ash and wet wood. His son, Julian, was inside. Julian was seven. Julian was brave. Julian was lost. The house was old. Stone walls thick as time. It had survived wars and plagues. It had...

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