The Faded Quadrant

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The lease agreement lay on the table, its edges curled like dried leaves, and I held it in my right hand while my left rested on the wood, trembling with a rhythm that had nothing to do with the cold. The ink in the well was black, not blue, and it smelled of iron and old blood, a scent that had seeped into the grain of the mill floorboards so deeply that no amount of scrubbing with lye could...

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