The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-22 12:50:16 -

The intake office of Blackwood Penitentiary smelled of wet wool and rusted iron, a scent that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the taste of his own blood. He stood before the desk, his hands cuffed behind his back, the metal biting into skin that was already thin from months of poor rations. He did not look at the forms stacked on the mahogany surface; he looked at Warden Halloway, a man...

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