The Faded Quadrant
The morning light did not so much enter the warehouse as it pooled upon the concrete floor, a thick, amber liquid that swallowed the shadows of the steel shelving units whole, casting long, distorted reflections that stretched out like the limbs of a drowning man. I stood at the center of this geometric grid, my boots heavy with the grime of the previous night’s rain, and I felt the familiar,...
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