The Faded Quadrant

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Chapter One Yiannis Doukas remembered the smell of wet wool and river mud before he remembered the face of the man who had fired him. It had been three days since the suspension, and the silence of the remote archive was heavier than the rain that drummed against the thatched roof, a relentless, physical fact that soaked into the bones of the old stone walls. He sat at the desk, his hands...

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