The Faded Quadrant

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The banquet hall of the Oakhaven Foundry was a cathedral of heat and noise, the air thick with the smell of roasted mutton and the metallic tang of molten iron that seeped through the floorboards from the forges below. Elias Thorne sat at the head of the table, his hands folded neatly on the white cloth, though beneath the starched cuffs, his fingers twitched with a rhythm that matched no music...

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