The Faded Quadrant

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Thorne. The name hung in the wet air, spoken by the voice of a man who had once called him brother, and now called him traitor. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the mud of the trench, his boots sinking into the churned earth with a sound like wet leather tearing, gripping a rusted iron key he had stolen from a dead officer’s waistcoat. The key was cold, its teeth worn smooth by time and use, and...

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