The Faded Quadrant

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The air in the basement of the municipal archive smelled of wet wool and decayed paper, a scent that clung to Margaret’s clothes long after she left, as if the building itself was breathing into her pores. She stood alone in the dim fluorescent light, the hum of the ventilation system a low, constant drone that vibrated in her teeth. On the table before her lay a single sheet of heavy,...

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