The Faded Quadrant

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The fluorescent lights of the intake wing did not hum; they screamed, a high-pitched, metallic shriek that seemed to drill directly into the soft meat of my temple, a sound so consistent and absolute that it had long since ceased to be a noise and had become the very architecture of my consciousness, the scaffolding upon which my fractured self was hung to dry, and I stood there, in the center...

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