The Faded Quadrant

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You are lying in a bed that smells of damp wool and rust, the mattress sagging under the weight of your body as if it is trying to swallow you whole, and above you, the ceiling is not plaster but a vast, starless sky that rotates with the slow, grinding inevitability of a millstone. This is the dream that has come to claim you again, the one where the air is thick with the taste of iron and the...

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