The Faded Quadrant
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey curtain that turned the city into a watercolor left out in the damp, blurring the hard edges of the limestone and the steel until the world seemed to be slowly dissolving into the wet earth. I stood in the doorway of the municipal archives, a building that smelled of dust and decaying paper, watching the streetlights flicker on one...
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