The Faded Quadrant
The morning light struck the limestone facade of the municipal observatory at an angle that highlighted the hairline fractures running through the mortar, a visual testament to the decades of neglect that Elias Thorne had spent his career learning to quantify. He stood with his back to the bustling street, his hands tucked into the pockets of his heavy wool coat, the concrete of his desire—the...
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