The Faded Quadrant

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The dream starts with the sound of wool tearing. It is a sharp, wet rip, like a fish coming off a hook, and you are holding the end of the thread. You look down. You are wearing the shawl. It is not your shawl, but it fits you so perfectly it feels grown from your skin, the fibers knitting themselves into the creases of your knuckles, the soft loops catching on the calluses of your palms. It is...

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