The Faded Quadrant

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Thorne. The name was not a call but a summons, sharp and brittle as the snap of a lead came breaking under too much pressure. It came from the doorway of the workshop, where Silas stood silhouetted against the grey light of the corridor, his shoulders hunched against the chill that had seeped into the bones of Blackwood Manor over the past three weeks. You were on your knees, the trowel in your...

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