The Faded Quadrant

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The carriage wheels ground against the loose gravel of the approach road, a rhythmic, grinding sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones as he ascended the final, precipitous slope toward the Palace of Saint Jude. He was fifty-two years old, a man whose life had been reduced to the meticulous preservation of paper and the quiet accounting of debts, and he carried with...

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