The Faded Quadrant

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The jar was cracked. It sat on the shelf of my study, a slender vessel of blue glass, split down the side where the amber elixir had once pooled. I did not look at it. I looked at the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of light that pierced the shutter. The light was cold. It was the hour before dawn. In the village of Oakhaven, sleep was a privilege denied to the sick and the poor. I was...

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