The Faded Quadrant

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The leather of the satchel was warm, a fact that defied the November chill of 1348 and the stench of the plague that had emptied our streets, and I held it against my chest like a living thing, feeling its impossible heat pulse against my ribs where the skin was already raw from the road. I am Elias Thorne, forty years old, an inquisitor by trade and by the grim necessity of my father’s blood,...

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