The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall. It pressed. It was a thick, gray curtain against the windows of the clinic, blurring the streetlights into smears of amber and white. Arthur sat in the corner, his back against the cold cinder block wall. He held a small, square piece of paper in his hands. It was stained with tea, a brown circle in the center, like a bruise. "You're late," Arthur said. His voice was...

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