The Faded Quadrant

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Chapter One Ewa Sawicki scrubbed the ink from her cuffs, the black stain spreading into the fabric like a bruise, her hands moving in a steady, mechanical rhythm while the wet snow pressed against the windowpanes of the ferry crossing. She was thirty-two, and the uniform she wore was not cotton but a heavy, institutional grey that seemed to drink the light from the cabin, and she knew that if...

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