The Faded Quadrant

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The ledger lay open on the stone table, its spine cracked and the ink faded by damp. Elias Thorne read the final column, the debt of his father, a sum that had grown fat on interest like a tumor. He was forty years old, a sergeant of the King’s guard, and his hands were steady, though the air in the Great Hall tasted of stale wine and fear. The King sat high on the dais, a new object resting on...

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