The Faded Quadrant

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Act I "You are late, and the ink is already dry," I said, my voice cracking against the still air that hung over the workshop like a wet cloth. The man across the table, a supervisor with eyes the color of dried mud, did not look up from the ledger; he simply slid a fresh sheet of paper toward me, the stamp already applied, a red circle of authority that felt heavier than the wood beneath it. I...

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