The Faded Quadrant

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The cell smelled of rust and old sweat. I knew that smell. It was the smell of my father’s garage, or the damp wool of a soldier’s coat left out in the rain. I knew it because I had breathed it for twenty years. I sat on the thin mattress. The springs groaned. A low, metallic whine. Like a dog with a broken leg. I looked at the door. It was solid steel. Heavy. There was a small window. A square...

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