The Faded Quadrant

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The fever had taken Margaret in the night, leaving the bedroom air still and heavy with the scent of lilies and antiseptic, and Elias Thorne stood by the window, watching the grey light of the town hall square settle over the cobblestones. He was forty-two, a master engraver whose hands had once traced the finest civic seals in the county, but now they trembled as he clutched the silver locket...

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