The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray mist that clung to the skin of the building like a second, wetter layer of brick. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the atrium, his breath coming in short, jagged gasps, his hands trembling so violently he had to clench them into fists to stop the shaking. Around him, the glass ceiling of the modernist office complex was...

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