The Faded Quadrant

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The mud sucked at my boots. It was cold. Deeply cold. I tasted iron. I tasted blood. My hands were shaking. Not from fear. From the shaking itself. It was a vibration. A hum in the bone. I looked down. The thing was there. It was small. It was gray. It looked like a stone. It was not a stone. "Get up," I said. My voice was a stranger's. It sounded wet. It sounded broken. The creature hissed. It...

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