The Faded Quadrant

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The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a breath. It was the kind of exhalation that comes from the depths of a lung, a release of air so fine it seemed to hang in the stagnant, dust-moted air of the library like a ghost refusing to dissipate. Margaret Holloway sat in the center of the room, her back pressed against the mahogany wainscoting, her hands resting on her knees, her fingers...

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