The Faded Quadrant

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The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, gray sheet that turned the gravel path at Harrowgate House into a slurry of mud and broken leaves. I stood at the iron gate, my coat heavy with water, the weight of my service belt cutting a red line across my waist. I had come to arrest my father, Thomas Bradshaw, for the murder of Magistrate Elias Thorne, a crime the local papers had already...

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