The Faded Quadrant

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The banquet hall of the Meridian Institute for Advanced Studies did not smell of wine or roasting meat, but of ozone, polished mahogany, and the sterile, metallic tang of fear that had settled into the pores of the drywall over the last forty years. It was a night of celebration, ostensibly for the retirement of the Department Chair, a man whose name was whispered with the same reverence and...

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