The Faded Quadrant

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The train did not make a sound as it left the station, but rather a sigh, a long and trembling exhalation that seemed to unspool the very air around us, pulling the grey mist of the morning into the open windows where it curled like smoke from a dying fire. I sat in the corner of the carriage, my hands folded over the heavy woolen coat that lay across my lap, the fabric worn thin at the elbows...

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