The Faded Quadrant

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Thorne. The name hung in the air, sharp as a snapped twig. Major Halloway stood by the window, his back to me, watching the snow pile against the glass. I stood in the doorway, my boots leaving wet prints on the floorboards. My chest tightened, a dull ache behind the ribs that I had learned to ignore. It was the price of staying. I wanted to clear my name before the winter freeze locked the...

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