The Faded Quadrant
The glass breaks before the light fades. That is the only truth that holds here, in the humming dark of the office. You sit at your desk. The ceramic shard is in your hand. It is small, jagged, and cold. It cuts the skin of your thumb, but you do not bleed. Not yet. The blood stays under the surface, a dark promise. You work for the Department of Civic Order. It is a large building. The walls...
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