The Faded Quadrant
The notice lay on the kitchen table, its edges curling slightly in the damp air. It was a single sheet of pale blue paper, stamped with the municipal seal, and the ink was still wet enough to smear if one looked at it too long. Elias stared at the date, October 14th, and then at the signature below it, a jagged scrawl that looked less like a name and more like a scratch mark left by a cat. He...
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