The Faded Quadrant

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The fire in the forge was low, a dull orange pulse that matched the rhythm of Elias Vane’s hammer. He struck the iron, again and again, the sound sharp and final in the cold air of the shop. It was November, 1912, and the town of Oakhaven sat under a blanket of sleet that turned the cobblestones into sheets of black glass. Elias wiped his brow with a rag stained black with oil and sweat. He was...

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