The Faded Quadrant

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Chapter One My hands were already wet with the grey sludge of the reclamation yard when I reached for the box, the cardboard soft and rotting under the weight of the damp. We were standing in the shadow of the dead cranes, the air thick with the metallic taste of the cloudburst that had just torn through the underpass, turning the road into a brown river that lapped at the tires of the parked...

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