The Faded Quadrant

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"It’s time to go, Arthur." The voice was soft. Too soft. It came from the shadows of the library, where the dust motes danced in the slant of afternoon light. Arthur did not look up. He was adjusting the spine of a book. A thin, blue volume. The binding was cracked. "Is it?" Arthur asked. His hands were steady. They were always steady. That was the problem with Arthur. He was too steady. Too...

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