The Faded Quadrant

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The jar sat on the windowsill, catching the grey light of a sky that never seemed to decide whether it was morning or evening, its glass surface scarred by decades of handling and the slow, inevitable erosion of time. Inside, the substance had changed, no longer the vibrant, amber syrup that Thomas had first tasted in the hospital ward of St. Jude’s, but a dark, viscous residue that clung to...

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