The Faded Quadrant

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The pill was not a pill. It was a fragment of blue glass, sharp enough to cut the tongue if one were careless, but smooth enough to hold for an hour without pain. Elias Thorne sat at his desk in the basement of the Bureau of Cognitive Alignment, the fluorescent lights humming a low, electric B-flat that seemed to vibrate in his molars. He was a Level Four Assessor, a man whose job was to verify...

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