The Faded Quadrant

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The oak was dying. Not slowly. Not with the dignified, golden fade of autumn. It was rotting from the inside out. A black vein of decay ran up the central trunk, splitting the bark like a wound that refused to close. Eleanor stood in the garden. The rain was cold. It soaked through her wool coat. She did not move. The house was silent behind her. The walls held their breath. She looked at the...

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