The Faded Quadrant

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The rain had stopped. Or so it seemed. The air hung heavy and wet. It tasted of iron and rot. I walked the path. The mud sucked at my boots. Each step was a labor. My lungs burned. I could not breathe well. The sickness was in my chest. A tight band. A crushing weight. It had been there for weeks. Now it was all I knew. I was looking for the line. The boundary. The place where the old world...

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