The Faded Quadrant

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The road to Oakhaven was not a road at all, but a scar of packed mud and gravel that bled brown in the rain. I walked it with the weight of a man who had forgotten how to be light. My left knee, the one they had shattered and reassembled in a field hospital that smelled of wet wool and iron, throbbed in time with my steps. It was a dull, persistent ache, a mirror of the wear that had settled...

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