The Faded Quadrant

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The envelope was damp, the ink on the header smudged into a grey smear where Elias Thorne’s thumb had pressed it against his chest pocket. He stood in the queue outside the Constabulary Office in Oakhaven, the air thick with the sulfurous tang of the Vane Mill’s smokestacks, his hand trembling slightly as he waited for his turn to hand over the ledgers. Inside his coat, nestled against the cold...

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