The Faded Quadrant

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The footprint was fresh, wet, and impossibly deep, pressing into the dry limestone of the cellar floor as if the deer had stepped there only moments before, its hooves caked in the black mud of the autumn fields that lay a mile away beyond the sealed stone door. Elias Thorne stood with his back against the cold brick, his breath misting in the damp air, staring at the print which measured...

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