The Faded Quadrant

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The brass compass lay open in Elias Thorne’s palm, its needle shivering not with magnetic north but with a tremor that seemed to originate in the metal itself, a fracture in the glass face splitting the cardinal points into jagged shards. He closed his eyes, the image of the broken instrument burning behind his lids, and felt the cold damp of the heath seep through the soles of his boots. It...

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