The Faded Quadrant

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The first thing Elara Vane counted was the hours, not the men. She sat in the library, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and the metallic tang of fear, and she watched the clock face tick its slow, indifferent rhythm while the sound of boots crunched against the gravel of the drive. It was October, 1944, and the manor that had housed the Vane family for four generations was currently...

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