The Faded Quadrant
You are walking. The gravel crunches under your boots. It is a dry sound. It is a sharp sound. It fills the silence. You are walking to the facility. It is a long walk. The sun is low. It is red. It looks like a wound in the sky. You do not look up. You look at your hands. They are shaking. You clench them. You open them. You clench them again. The facility is ahead. It is gray. It is tall. It...
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