The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-23 14:32:08 -

The ink had not yet dried on the accusation when Elias Thorne stood before the desk, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the mahogany. The office smelled of damp wool and stale tobacco, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to cling to the throat. Across from him, Mr. Halloway sat with the stillness of a predator, his eyes fixed on a ledger rather than on the man who had served the mill...

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