The Faded Quadrant

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Thorne. The name hung in the vaulted silence of the great hall, stripped of title and rank, a bare syllable that carried the weight of forty years of service. Captain Elias Thorne stood before the stone arches, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword he would never draw again, feeling the cold seep through the leather grip. He was a man of rigid discipline, his spine a column of iron that had...

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