The Faded Quadrant

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I woke with the taste of copper and old rain on my tongue, the phantom weight of a ledger still clutched in my fist, dreaming not of gold but of the specific, aching curvature of a quadrant’s edge, that precise instrument of measurement that my father had sworn was the only true map of the soul, a belief so deeply etched into the marrow of my being that I spent the next three days wandering the...

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