The Faded Quadrant

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The mud of Oakhaven did not dry; it fermented. It was a thick, black slurry that sucked at the boots of Captain Elias Thorne, a forty-year-old veteran of the Border Wars, who stood with his back against the northern gate. He wanted one hour. That was all. One hour to let the last of the civilians stumble through the rear arches, to let the women and children clear the perimeter before the sun...

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