The Faded Quadrant

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The iron key hung from Elias’s neck. It was cold. It was heavy. It was the only thing he had left that was not ash. He stood in the archive. The air smelled of damp stone and rot. Dust motes danced in the single beam of light that cut through the high, barred window. Elias was a clerk. He was small. He was quiet. He had been here for ten years. He counted the ledgers. He signed the papers. He...

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