The Faded Quadrant

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The banquet hall smelled of grease and old wine. It was a heavy scent. It stuck to the throat. Julian sat at the end of the long table. He felt small. The room was full of men. They laughed loud. They slapped tables. They spoke of profit. They spoke of loss. They did not speak of pain. Julian’s hand twitched. It was a small movement. A spasm. He hid it under the table. He pressed his palm flat...

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