The Faded Quadrant

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The air in the sterile white room tasted of antiseptic and old copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and refused to clear. I sat in the plastic chair, my hands resting on my knees, watching the fluorescent lights flicker with a faint, arrhythmic pulse that matched the erratic beating of my heart. Across from me sat Dr. Aris Thorne, a man whose face was a topography of weary...

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