The Faded Quadrant

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The needle slid into the antecubital vein of the left arm with a precision that felt surgical, almost obscene, as Elias adjusted the flow rate on the IV pump, his fingers trembling only slightly against the cool plastic casing. The sterile air of Ward 4B smelled of industrial disinfectant and the faint, metallic tang of old copper pipes, a scent that had settled into the fabric of Elias’s...

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