The Faded Quadrant

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Chapter One "I told you, the sash is fraying." Lois Quimby’s voice was flat, stripped of the tremor that usually betrayed her. She stood in the middle of the checkpoint’s break room, the linoleum cold and gritty under her boots. The room smelled of wet wool and stale coffee, a smell that had settled into the walls over twenty years. Outside, the cold snap was doing its work, the pipes in the...

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