The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-19 17:04:21 -

The door at the end of the long, white corridor did not open so much as it dissolved into the air when Marcus touched the brass handle. He had walked this hallway a thousand times, or perhaps a million, the number lost in the haze of the waiting room behind him. It was a place without a time, a purgatory of beige walls and humming fluorescent lights that flickered with a rhythm like a dying...

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