The Faded Quadrant

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The porcelain cup shatters on the floor of the narrow, windowless room, and the sound is not a crash but a gasp, a sharp inhalation of air that fills the silence with a sudden, violent presence. You watch the shards scatter, white fragments like teeth broken from a jaw, and in that fractured reflection, you see not your own face, but the face of the man who left you at the station, his...

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