The Faded Quadrant

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The dust settled. It hung in the air like ash. I wiped my glasses. I looked at the ledger. The numbers did not add up. They never did. I was the auditor. I came to check the books. The house was old. Stone walls. Cold floors. My boots creaked. I heard the wind. It whistled through the cracks. I knocked on the door. It was heavy. Oak wood. It did not open at once. I knocked again. A hand...

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