The Faded Quadrant

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The foreman’s desk was a slab of black oak, scarred by decades of ink and cigarette burns, and it sat in the center of the room like an altar to the company. You stood on the other side of it, your hands clenched at your sides, the knuckles white against the soot-stained fabric of your coat. The air in Harrowgate Mill smelled of wet coal and stale grease, a heavy, suffocating scent that seemed...

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