The Faded Quadrant

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The air in the Hall of Records did not smell of dust, as one might expect of a place where centuries were filed away in silence, but of wet iron and the sharp, acrid tang of ozone, a scent that clung to the back of my throat like a persistent, metallic cough that I had carried with me since the morning of my wedding, a morning that had begun with the smell of lilies and ended with the smell of...

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