The Faded Quadrant

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I woke with the taste of copper on my tongue and the sensation of wet wool clinging to my shoulders, though I was lying dry in the narrow cot assigned to the junior archivists in the basement of the Whitmore Institute. The dream had been specific, as dreams in this building always were. I had seen the map. Not the paper chart pinned to the wall, yellowed by decades of dust and neglect, but the...

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