The Faded Quadrant

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The ink was still wet on the parchment, a dark, viscous smear that refused to dry, when Silas dropped the ledger on the desk. The room was cold, the kind of damp chill that settles into the joints of an old man and the bones of a new employee alike, but the heat of the betrayal radiated off Silas like steam from a broken pipe. Arthur Vane looked up, his fingers stained black to the second...

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