The Faded Quadrant

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The coffee in the chipped mug had gone cold, a dark skin forming on its surface, but Elias had not touched it. He sat at the heavy oak desk in the back of the precinct, the room dim save for the hum of the ventilation system and the flickering fluorescent light above the evidence locker. It was a Tuesday, unremarkable in every way except for the way the silence pressed against his eardrums....

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