The Faded Quadrant

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The mud on your boots is the color of dried blood, and you do not stop to scrape it clean. You are running through the alleyways of St. Jude’s, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and stale urine, your breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps that hurt the ribs. You are not running from a man, though there are men here, the watchmen with their lanterns swinging like pendulums in the dark. You...

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