The Faded Quadrant

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in a steady, gray curtain over the moor, turning the heather into a bruised and sodden mass. Margaret stood at the edge of the path, her boots sinking into the mud. She watched the water pooling in the hollows, reflecting the pale, lifeless sky. Her husband, Thomas, was ahead of her, moving with a stiffness that had nothing to do with the cold....

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