The Faded Quadrant

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The steering wheel was cold against Elias Thorne’s palms, a circle of cracked leather that had absorbed the grease and sweat of ten thousand hours. His left hand trembled, a fine, high-frequency vibration that made the gearshift rattle in its housing. Outside the windshield, the desert stretched flat and grey under a sky the color of old dishwater, the sun a pale disc that offered no warmth....

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