The Faded Quadrant

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The driver, a thick-necked man named Silas, called out to you before the horses even began to pull, his voice cracking against the damp November air, "Mr. Thorne! The mud on King’s Way is deeper than the council report suggested. Are we certain this carriage holds together?" You did not answer immediately. You sat in the corner of the hired cab, your hand pressed flat against your chest,...

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