The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-18 09:45:38 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into slick mirrors, reflecting the dim, amber glow of the streetlamps in long, trembling streaks. I stood on the corner of St. Jude’s Lane, clutching my umbrella, though it was useless against the wind that whipped the damp air through my coat. My name is Arthur, and I was, in the...

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