The Faded Quadrant

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The rain lashed against the window of the car, blurring the world into a smear of gray and black. Elias sat in the passenger seat, his hands folded in his lap, staring at nothing. His wife, Clara, drove. Her knuckles were white on the wheel. The silence between them was thick, heavy with the dust of years. They were returning to the house. The estate on the hill. The place where the air smelled...

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