The Faded Quadrant

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The train did not stop. It ran. It ran on a track that was not made of steel, but of dried, cracked earth, stretching into a horizon that hummed with a low, amber light. There was no sky, only a vast, suspended ceiling of pale, translucent skin, pulsing faintly like the interior of a throat. Eleanor sat in the carriage. The seat was carved from a single block of bone, smooth and warm to the...

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