The Faded Quadrant
The letter lay on the steel table, the ink still wet and glistening under the harsh electric light, a stark white rectangle against the grimy metal. Elara Vance stared at the signature, Halloway’s name scrawled in a jagged, arrogant script that seemed to vibrate with contempt, and felt the weight of the paper in her hands, though it was light as a feather. She had spent the last six hours...
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