The Faded Quadrant

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The Chief’s voice cut through the clatter of silverware and the low hum of thirty years of shared silence, sharp as a blade drawn from its sheath. "Elias Thorne." The name hung in the air of the banquet hall, heavy and final. Elias stood by the window, his hand gripping the stem of a crystal glass filled with brandy, the liquid trembling in a rhythm that matched the spasm in his wrist. He was...

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