The Faded Quadrant

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The air in the conservatory always smelled of damp earth and crushed lavender, a scent that had settled into the floorboards and the heavy velvet drapes over the course of decades. You sat in the corner, your knees drawn up to your chest, watching the morning light struggle through the frosted glass panes. Outside, the garden was a tangle of overgrown hollyhocks and silent birches, but inside,...

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