The Faded Quadrant

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Thorne. The name hit me like a slap in the gray dawn. Major Halloway stood at the edge of the treeline, his coat buttoned to the chin, his face a mask of tired stone. I was on my knees in the mud, the rifle still in my hands, my fingers numb from the cold. The fog was thick here, rolling off the river like milk poured from a jug. It didn’t smell like rain or dirt. It smelled like nothing. That...

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