The Faded Quadrant

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The ink was wrong, Elias thought, watching the black fluid pool on the ledger page and refusing to dry, a viscous sludge that smelled of wet earth and rotting figs. He dipped his pen again, but the nib only dragged a heavy, dark line across the paper, smearing the figures for the 1998 pension fund into a single, illegible blot. Outside, the wind battered the shutters of the study, a rhythmic...

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