The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-19 08:06:20 -

The rain did not fall; it hovered. It hung in the air like a grey veil, thick with the scent of wet slate and decaying leaves. I stood by the window of the drawing room, my small hands pressed against the cold glass. My mother sat in the high-backed chair by the fireplace. Her back was straight, her hands resting on her knees, fingers interlaced. She looked like a statue carved from the same...

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