The Faded Quadrant

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The heavy, rusted iron gate of the basement level groaned shut behind us, a sound like a dying animal’s last breath, sealing us in with the damp, earthy scent of the subterranean walls and the lingering, metallic tang of the old ventilation shafts that had not been serviced in decades. I stood there, my hands trembling not from the cold, which was a constant, pervasive chill that seemed to seep...

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