The Faded Quadrant

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The rain tapped against the window glass. It was a steady, rhythmic sound. Maren sat in the chair. The room was small. It was a safe house. The walls were damp. The air smelled of mildew and old paper. She held the bottle. It was glass. It was blue. It contained a liquid. The liquid was clear. It shimmered. She had found it yesterday. It was in the coat. The coat was old. It belonged to Silas....

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