The Faded Quadrant

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The party was loud. It was a thing of excess. Glass clinked. Laughter rang out sharp and brittle in the cold air. The air smelled of pine and expensive perfume. It was December in Vermont. The snow fell in thick, heavy sheets. It covered the ground in a white shroud. Marcus stood by the fireplace. He held a glass of whiskey. He did not drink it. He watched the fire. The flames danced. They...

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