The Faded Quadrant

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The hourglass on the desk has run dry, and the sand lies still, a pale mound that marks the end of the third day of the sealing. I am Thomas Bradshaw, captain of the watch, and I have counted every grain of that sand as it fell, for I know that when the last of it rests, the Bishop’s decree holds true and the gate remains barred. My left hand is bound in strips of linen, soaked in vinegar, yet...

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