The Faded Quadrant

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The oak tree stood at the center of the square. It was old. Its bark was grey and cracked. The leaves were green. They did not fall. Not yet. Elian sat on the curb. He was twelve. His hands were cold. He watched the trunk. He knew its name. He knew its age. He knew how many years it had stood in the rain. This knowledge was heavy. It sat in his chest like a stone. The city was waking up. Bells...

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