The Faded Quadrant

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The frost bites the glass. You feel it in your teeth. The room is small. A box of cold air. You sit on the floor. Your back is against the stone wall. It hums with a low, dark frequency. This is the cellar. It has always been the cellar. You have come here to count the cabbages. There are twelve. You count them again. One, two, three. The roots are thick. They look like twisted hands. They grip...

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