The Faded Quadrant

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My hands were trembling as I tried to sign the foreclosure notice, the pen cap dangling from a string around my neck, a relic from my days cataloguing water-damaged ledgers in the basement of the county records office. The estate sale was a chaotic affair of folding tables and plastic bins, the air thick with the scent of old paper and the stale perfume of the widow who had run the house for...

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