The Faded Quadrant

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Chapter One Almaz Haile’s knuckles were split and raw, the skin peeling back to reveal the wet red flesh beneath, as he shoved the magistrate’s secretary through the fog-choked doorway of the longhouse. The air inside was heavy with wet wool and old iron, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a bad taste. He held the vial tight in his left hand, the glass warm against his palm,...

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