The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-17 22:25:24 -

The moss grows on the stone. It eats the light. You are the stone. The hall is cold. The air is thick. It smells of damp wool and old ink. You stand in the center. The floor is black marble. It is polished to a mirror shine. You see your reflection. It is distorted. It is stretched. It is a long, thin shadow. You are not a shadow. You are a thing of flesh and bone. But the room makes you less....

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