The Faded Quadrant

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The gate was locked. Thomas stood before it. The iron bars were cold. He touched them. His fingers were stiff. He was fifty years old. His joints ached. The pain was a dull, constant hum. It lived in his knees. It lived in his back. It lived in the small of his spine. He ignored it. He had learned to ignore it. The house loomed behind the fence. It was a large house. Stone walls. High windows....

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