The Faded Quadrant
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into slick, dark mirrors, reflecting the soot-stained windows of the great industrial spire that dominated the skyline. I stood in the antechamber, my coat still damp from the walk, watching the water drip from the hem of my sleeve onto the polished marble floor, each drop a small,...
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