The Faded Quadrant

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The smell of wet wool and old copper hangs in the air of the processing room, a thick, cloying veil that settles into your lungs with every shallow breath, making the act of simply existing feel like a laborious negotiation with the atmosphere itself. You are standing in the center of the circular hall, your boots pressed firmly into the cold tile, while the fluorescent lights above flicker...

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