The Faded Quadrant

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The hand was wrong. Elias noticed it first. He stood in the center of the room. The walls were white. The floor was cold. He looked down. His left hand hung limp. The fingers curled inward. Like a claw. Like a question. He raised it. Nothing. No signal. No spark. The muscle was dead. Or so it seemed. "Professor?" A voice. Thin. Reedy. Elias did not turn. "Look at it," the voice said. "Which...

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