The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled, a long, shuddering breath from the bruised purple belly of the sky that coated the cobblestones of the old quarter in a slick, obsidian sheen. I stood at the threshold of the infirmary, the heavy oak door swollen against its frame, and watched the water carve erratic paths down the face of the stone tower, blurring the world into a smear of gray...

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