The Faded Quadrant

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"You did it," she whispered. I did not look up. My hands were buried in the dark earth, the soil cold and wet against my knuckles. I kept digging. The shovel bit into the root ball of the rosebush, a violent, rhythmic sound in the silence of the yard. "I saw the ledger," she said. Her voice was thin, stretched tight over the wire of our shared guilt. "The dates, Thomas. They align with the...

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