The Faded Quadrant

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The winter of 1914 had stripped the fishing village of Port Clyde to its bones, leaving the wharves empty and the nets drying like shrouds on the masts, a silence so absolute it seemed to press against the eardrums of every soul remaining in the company town. In the exam hall of the wireless operator school, the clock on the wall ticked with a mechanical indifference that drowned out the...

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