The Faded Quadrant

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The banquet hall of the Vane estate did not smell of food, but of ozone and wet wool, a scent that seemed to seep up from the floorboards themselves, carrying the weight of a century’s accumulated sins into the lungs of the guests. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of heavy, gray afternoon where the rain does not fall so much as hangs in the air, a suspended threat, and in that suspended...

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