The Faded Quadrant

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The quill lay in Elias Thorne’s left hand, the nib dry and sharp as a splinter. It was a standard goose-feather, the kind issued to junior clerks for a penny a week, but the ink it held was not the standard black. It was a viscous, oily substance that smelled of wet earth and old paper. Elias looked at his fingers. The skin had turned the color of a bruise, deepening to a matte black that did...

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