The Faded Quadrant

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I weighed the grain sacks on the old brass scale, the needle trembling against the red line. Four hundred pounds, exactly as the manifest demanded. The dust in the air hung still, catching the grey light from the high, narrow windows of the garrison armory. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior constable in Oakhaven, and I had spent the last six hours ensuring the valley below would not starve...

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