The Faded Quadrant

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Thorne. The syllable landed on the desk like a stone dropped into still water, vibrating through the wood and into the bones of your hands. You looked up from the ledger, the ink still wet on the page, to see Director Halloway standing in the doorway of the vault, his face a mask of bureaucratic fatigue that seemed too thin to hold back the tremor in his jaw. The air in the Ministry of...

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