The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall. It hung. It suspended in the air like a fine gray dust, a particulate matter that coated the lungs and the eyes and the soul. Elias stood in the center of the Plaza of Echoes, his boots sinking into the wet cobblestones. The water was cold. It was always cold. He was a Detective Inspector, though the title felt heavy and wrong here. There were no crimes in the Plaza. Only...

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