The Faded Quadrant

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The fog in Oakhaven did not rise so much as it settled, a heavy, damp wool that pressed against the windowpanes of the workshop and made the glass sweat, blurring the street below into a gray smear where the elite of the town walked in their furs, their eyes fixed on the horizon or the ground, never on the shopfront where Elias Thorne stood, his hands blackened with oil and his jaw tight with a...

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