The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey curtain. Thick. Heavy. It soaked the cobblestones of the square. It soaked the wool coat. It soaked the bone. Thomas stood at the edge of the hall. He waited. The door was heavy oak. Carved. Old. He pushed it open. Inside. Warmth. Smell of wax. Smell of rot. The chandelier hung high. Crystal. Dust. It trembled. A faint vibration. Not wind. Something else....

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