The Faded Quadrant

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The smell of linseed oil and dust hangs thick in the air, a pungent reminder of the hours you have spent with the varnish, your hands trembling not from cold but from a sudden, violent rejection of the work before you. You are standing in the center of the small, windowless workshop, the one that has served as both your sanctuary and your prison for the last three decades. The walls are lined...

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