The Faded Quadrant

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The brass key felt heavy in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold as the iron bedframe against which he had slept for ten years. He sat on the edge of the cot, his boots already laced, and stared at the pile of his possessions. A wool tunic, two pairs of socks, a chipped ceramic mug, a pocket watch with a cracked face, and the letter to Major Halloway folded into a tight square in his breast pocket. The...

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