The Faded Quadrant

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You stand at the edge of the black water. The fog is thick here, tasting of iron and old rust. It presses against your skin, cold and damp. You are tired. Your boots sink into the mud with a wet, sucking sound. You do not look back. You never look back. The air is heavy with the smell of coal smoke. It drifts in from the industrial district beyond the trees. The factories are silent tonight....

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