The Faded Quadrant

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The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that sounded less like weather and more like the collective heartbeat of a dying empire, a sound that had seeped into the marrow of your bones until you could no longer distinguish the cold dampness of the London fog from the cold dampness of your own soul. You stood in the...

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