The Faded Quadrant
The coin is whatever the law says it is, Captain Vane, and the law is whatever the coin says it is, a circle of brass that spins and lands on its edge, defying the gravity that should have crushed it flat. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the barracks, his hands stained the color of dried blood from the rust that clung to his skin, and he did not blink, though the candlelight flickered...
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