The Faded Quadrant

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The needle spun. It spun with a lazy, drunken persistence that made Elias’s teeth ache, a brass eye blinking in the gray throat of the tunnel. He twisted the bezel, the metal cold and slick under his thumb, but the needle only laughed at him, sweeping past north, past south, ignoring the magnetic laws that had kept him alive on the border for twenty-two years. Outside, the wind off the Rockies...

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