The Faded Quadrant

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The chandelier swayed. A slow, sickening pendulum. Glass teeth chattered. The room was full. Too full. Candlelight smeared the walls in amber grease. Arthur stood by the door. He held a tray. Silver. Cold. It hummed against his palms. A low vibration. Like a live thing. He was the son. But tonight, he was the servant. The house breathed. Old stone. Damp wood. The smell of beeswax and rot. His...

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