The Faded Quadrant

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Margaret woke with the smell of coal dust in her nose. It was a thick, metallic taste. She lay in the narrow bed. The ceiling was low. Plaster cracked like dry skin. She could hear the steam pipes ticking. Tick. Tick. Tick. They were the only things moving in the dark. She sat up. The room was cold. Frost feathered the windowpane. Outside, the city was silent. Not quiet. Silent. A held breath....

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