The Faded Quadrant

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We left on the morning the fog rolled in thick as wool, a white shroud that swallowed the cobblestones of Millhaven and turned the gaslights into blurry, weeping eyes, and I remember thinking then, in the back of the wagon with the dust of my childhood still caked in my hair and the cold damp of the northern wind seeping through the flaps, that I was not fleeing a person but a place, a specific...

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