The Faded Quadrant

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The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet, the weight of the paper heavy in Thorne’s hand. It was a refusal, polite and absolute, from the War Office regarding the inspection of the barracks wall. Thorne set it down. The paper did not move. He picked it up again, feeling the dampness of the air seep into the fiber. He was thirty-four years old, a sergeant with twelve years of service, and...

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