The Faded Quadrant

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My hands were deep in the muck of the north wall when the summons came, the leather of my gloves slick with the cold slurry that had soaked through the plaster since the autumn rains, and I did not look up until the boy’s voice cut through the damp silence of the gatehouse. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and for twelve years I have kept the watch over Oakhaven’s walled perimeter, a...

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