The Faded Quadrant
"Did you sign the requisition?" Filomena Duarte looked up from the desk. The cold in the basement was a physical weight, pressing against her shoulders. She had been working the night shift for twenty years, her hands stained with the dust of old paper. The Codex of Shadows sat open before her, its pages thick and dark. The supervisor, a young man named Rui, stood in the doorway. He held a...
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