The Faded Quadrant

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The leather of my father’s quadrant was slick with the cold sweat of my palms, the grain worn smooth in the places where three generations of watchmen had gripped it to read the stars. I stood in the center of the market square, the noise of Saint Crispin’s feast day pressing against my ears like a physical weight, the roar of the crowd and the clatter of hooves on wet cobblestones making it...

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