The Faded Quadrant
The letter from the Ordnance Survey office lay on the desk, its edges curling in the damp air of the room. It was a standard form, printed in the rigid, black typeface of the Empire, but the ink had begun to bleed at the margins, forming dark, jagged blots that looked like bruises. Elias Thorne stared at the paper, his hands trembling slightly as he held it. The light from the single gas lamp...
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