The Faded Quadrant

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The ledger lay open on the oil-stained floor, its spine cracked like a dry riverbed. Elias crouched in the boiler room, the heat of the coal fire pressing against his back, and read the columns of figures with the cold precision of a surveyor. The ink was fresh, the handwriting hurried, a slanting script that betrayed the Headmaster’s haste rather than his authority. Here was the truth of St....

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