The Faded Quadrant

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The pearling coast stretched in a grey line where the fog swallowed the terraced hills, a place of debt and deferred payments where the water tasted of salt and iron. Ali Parsa stood on the ferry crossing, his hands white-knuckled around the railing, watching the mid-river current pull at the hull. He was a man of thirty-four years, a navigation surveyor whose land grant was worth less than the...

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