The Faded Quadrant

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Chapter One The city of Arles moved with the heavy, grinding momentum of a millstone, its canals choked with the silt of industry and the mud of autumn. The air tasted of wet stone and rotting lavender, a scent that clung to the wool of coats and the skin of men who worked too hard to wash. In the narrow office of the police precinct, Sergeant Melanie Joubert stood before the desk of Chief...

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