The Faded Quadrant

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The coat hung on the back of the chair. It was wool. Dark blue. Stiff with age. Elias touched the sleeve. The fabric was cold. It did not breathe. It did not live. He was a cop. Or he had been. The badge was in a drawer. The drawer was locked. The key was under the mat. The town was gray. The sky was gray. The streetlights hummed. A low, insect sound. He walked to the end of the block. The shop...

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