The Faded Quadrant

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The clasp of the emerald brooch was stuck, the metal cold and unyielding against the velvet lining of the bedside table, and you pressed your thumb against the hinge with a force that made your knuckles white, refusing to look up at Dr. Aris who stood by the window with his hands clasped behind his back, his face arranged in that polite, professional mask that meant the end was nigh but the...

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