The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a thick, grey gauze that smothered the town of Oakhaven, turning the cobblestones into slick mirrors of sorrow and the air into something one could taste, metallic and cold. I stood on the platform, my coat buttoned to the chin, watching the steam from the train’s brake vents curl into the mist, and I felt a profound, aching stillness settle into my...

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