The Faded Quadrant
"Did you see the lights on the fourth floor?" I looked up from the intake log, the pen still hovering over the grid of empty squares. The rain was hammering against the glass of the Meridian Tower’s lobby, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that drowned out the hum of the air conditioning. I shook my head, my eyes still fixed on the brass key in my palm. It was warm. Not room-temperature warm, but...
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