The Faded Quadrant
Thorne, come up here, now, before I send the security guard to drag you out of that cellar. The voice of Director Halloway echoed down the narrow concrete stairwell, sharp and brittle, cutting through the low, persistent hum that Elias had been trying to ignore for three days. He paused on the fourth step, his hand gripping the rusted iron railing, the metal cold and gritty against his palm,...
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