The Faded Quadrant

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The bell above the door jingled with a harsh, brassy note that seemed to vibrate right up through the soles of your shoes. You didn’t look up from the bench, where the disassembled heart of the Mayor’s wife’s commission lay spread out on a velvet cloth, its tiny gears glinting like cold stars. "You’re early," you said, your voice carrying that practiced, flippant lilt you’d perfected over...

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