The Faded Quadrant

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The rain hit the tin roof like a handful of gravel. "Did you hear that, Elias?" My daughter, Martha, sat in the kitchen chair. Her knees were drawn up to her chest. She was twelve years old. She looked small. Too small for the room. The shadows in the corners were long and thick. They moved when they should not have moved. "I heard it," I said. My voice sounded wrong. Rough. Like sand on stone....

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