The Faded Quadrant

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The rain against the windowpane of the high-rise office on the forty-second floor was not merely water, but a rhythmic, liquid erasure of the world below, a soft, ceaseless washing away of the city’s jagged edges until only the gray, suspended nothingness remained, and you sat there, Edward, in the leather chair that cost more than the annual salary of a man in your father’s generation, your...

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