The Faded Quadrant
The rain has been falling for three days, a steady, grey curtain that blurs the edges of the world outside the window, turning the garden into a muddy, indistinct smear of brown and green where the old apple tree stands alone, its branches heavy with a fruit that you no longer recognize as anything but a reminder of what used to be sweet and solid and real. You sit in the armchair by the...
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