The Faded Quadrant

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The brass quadrant slips in your hand, the metal cold and slick with a condensation that tastes of iron and old rain, and you press it against the sweating limestone of the rotunda wall, feeling the low, persistent hum travel up through your wrist and into the marrow of your bone. It is November, 1893, and the heating system of St. Jude’s Asylum is failing, the pipes groaning with a pressure...

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