The Faded Quadrant

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Guadalupe Valenzuela wiped the condensation from the glass with her sleeve, the damp fabric sticking to the cold pane. Her fingers, still stained with the graphite of the cataloging index, trembled slightly as she pressed them against the sealant. The rain outside was not falling so much as eroding, a steady, grey slurry that turned the pampas into a blur of terraced hills. She was fifty-eight...

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