The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-18 11:20:42 -

The stone of the cathedral floor was cold through the soles of my boots, a chill that seemed to travel up my legs and settle in the marrow of my bones. I had spent three days scrubbing the nave, my hands raw and white from the lye, my mind a blank slate wiped clean of all but the next task. The air smelled of wax and old dust, a scent so pervasive it had become part of my skin. Above me, the...

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