The Faded Quadrant

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The gaslight in the central quadrant of Ashworth Palace flickered, casting long, shivering shadows against the peeling plaster. Elias Thorne set down his trowel, his hand trembling not from the cold, but from the exhaustion of a week spent breathing dust that tasted of iron and old blood. He was forty years old, a man who had once drafted the blueprints for the very corridors he now crawled...

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