The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-18 15:26:19 -

The rain fell on the border. It did not fall on the road. It fell on the mud. It fell on the boots. It fell on the wire. It was a cold, gray rain. It had no end. Thomas walked. He walked north. The mud sucked at his heels. Each step cost him. He carried nothing. No pack. No weapon. Only the weight of his coat. The coat was old. It was brown. It was wet. He looked at the fence. The wire was...

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