The Faded Quadrant

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The rain had been falling on the roof of the Old Mill Library for three days, a steady, rhythmic drumming that seemed to seep into the very plaster of the walls, turning the air thick and damp with the smell of wet stone and old paper. Arthur Penhaligon sat alone in his office, a small, cluttered room on the second floor that smelled of pipe tobacco and varnish, and he stared at the object on...

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