The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-19 12:00:48 -

The rain did not fall. It pressed. It was a grey, heavy thing against the glass of my apartment window. I watched the droplets merge and slide. They left no trace when they vanished. I was still on duty. My uniform hung by the door. The wool smelled of damp and old sweat. I did not put it on. I sat at the kitchen table. The wood was scratched. I traced the lines with my thumb. I thought of the...

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