The Faded Quadrant
The ink is dry. You know this. You have checked it. You have waited until the dampness left the paper, until the letters settled into the fibers like roots in soil. The mark is a quadrant. A simple geometric shape. A right angle bisected. It sits on the ledger page, small and precise. It is your signature. Or rather, it is the thing that stands in for you. You sit at the desk in the basement of...
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