The Faded Quadrant

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The glass tower did not stand; it hovered, suspended in a violet mist that smelled faintly of ozone and old rain. It was a monolith of transparency, a sheer face of light that pierced the fog like a needle through silk, and I stood at its base, looking up, feeling the vertigo of my own smallness. I had come here, or rather, I had been pulled here, by a promise I could no longer remember making....

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