The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-19 21:42:10 -

The rain hit the windowpane in sharp, staccato bursts. I watched it slide down the glass. Each drop caught the grey light of the apartment and held it for a split second before falling. “You’re staring again,” said Miller. He sat on the edge of the bed. His uniform was damp. The fabric clung to his shoulders, darkening the wool into a bruised purple. He looked at me with eyes that had seen too...

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