The Faded Quadrant

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I was bleeding from the left ear. The blood was warm. It ran down my neck. It smelled of iron. It smelled of home. I stood in the center of the town square. The fountain was dry. It had been dry for ten years. The stone was cracked. I gripped my cane. The cane was wood. The wood was splintered. The crowd watched. They stood in a circle. They held their breath. The air was thick. It was thick...

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