The Faded Quadrant

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The rain in the Foundry District did not fall; it descended like a verdict, heavy and cold, soaking through the wool of your uniform until the fabric clung to your ribs like a second, wet skin. You stood on the wet cobblestones, the iron breath of the industrial age settling into your lungs, tasting of sulfur and rust. Around you, the city hummed with the low, mechanical thrum of the looms and...

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