The Faded Quadrant

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The light in the Commandant’s office was the pale, sickly yellow of a gas lamp burning low, casting long, distorted shadows that stretched across the polished oak floor like the fingers of a drowning man. "You are late, Sergeant. Or rather, you are no longer a Sergeant. The file is closed. The name is struck." Commandant Halloway did not look up from the ledger he was balancing, his quill...

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