The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-17 14:05:27 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the city and turned the asphalt into a mirror of broken reflections. I stood on the corner of Fifth and Main, watching the water pool in the gutters, my coat soaked through to the skin, a heavy, cold weight that I had long since stopped fighting. The smell of wet wool and exhaust fumes clung to my...

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