The Faded Quadrant

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The harbor at low tide was a vast, muddy expanse where the water had retreated to leave behind a slick, black crust of silt and the tangled, rotting kelp of the previous season’s harvest, and in the shadow of the merchant warehouses, the air hung heavy with the copper tang of ink and the distant, rhythmic clatter of the printing presses that never truly slept, a sound that seemed to vibrate in...

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