The Faded Quadrant

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The road was wet. It was always wet. The mud sucked at their boots with a slow, heavy pull. Eleanor walked. Her feet bled. She did not stop. Behind her, the gate of the manor house stood open. The darkness of the courtyard yawned like a mouth. She did not look back. To look back was to break. To break was to stay. She walked north. The mist rose from the valley. It swallowed the trees. It...

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