The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-19 16:20:57 -

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, gray mist that clung to the wool of my coat and seeped into the marrow of my bones. I stood on the platform, watching the train pull away, its taillights bleeding red into the wet dark. It was a departure that felt less like leaving and more like being exiled, a severance of ties so abrupt that the air itself seemed to thin. I had...

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