The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-18 04:48:07 -

The moth is dead on the floorboards, its wings crinkled like old newspaper, one leg missing, the other bent at an impossible angle. You stare at it. It is gray. It is dry. It is the size of your thumb. You have been staring at it for an hour. The clock on the mantelpiece ticks with a heavy, wooden rhythm that feels less like time passing and more like a hammer striking a nail. *Tick. Tick....

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