The Faded Quadrant

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I Haruto Shimizu woke with the taste of rust on his tongue, the light in the room a dull, dusty yellow that did not change for hours. He was thirty-four, a cartographer of the industrial district, and he had one week to secure his tenure before the city decided he was merely a man who drew lines for a living. The dream had been of glass, not shattering but dissolving, a cold liquid spreading...

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