The Faded Quadrant

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The dream is always the same, a wet and rhythmic thumping that matches the rise and fall of your chest, pulling you from sleep not with a scream but with the cold dampness of ink soaking into your skin. You are forty years old, Arthur Vane, and you live in the industrial sprawl of Blackwood, where the air tastes of sulfur and the coal dust settles into the creases of your hands like a second,...

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