The Faded Quadrant

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You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and you are holding your left hand up to the light of the gas lamp in the constable’s office. The ink is there, a dark, spreading blotch on your palm that looks like a bruise made of soot. It has been growing for three days, ever since you failed to stop the car from hitting the boy at the intersection. You want the mark to go away, but you know it...

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