The Faded Quadrant
You arrive at the Sanatorium for the Incurably Sorrowful on a Tuesday, when the fog is so thick it tastes of iron and old rain. You are not a patient. You are the auditor, the man with the clipboard and the cold eyes, sent by the Board of Directors to investigate the embezzlement of funds. Your name is Arthur, though here they call you The Ledger. You have come to find the hole in the wall, the...
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