The Faded Quadrant

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The brass compass lay in Clara Vane’s palm, cold and heavy as a dead bird, its needle trembling against the crystal face before settling with a dull click toward the north. She held it up to the grey light filtering through the study window, watching the dust motes swirl in the shafts of afternoon sun that cut through the gloom of the room, while behind her the crates for the military transport...

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