The Faded Quadrant

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The dream was wet. It was a dream of black water rising over the cobblestones of Highgate Lane, swallowing the feet of the dead who stood in the market square, silent and still. Margaret woke with the taste of iron on her tongue. The air in her cell was cold. It was thick with the smell of damp wool and old sweat. She lay still. Her heart beat. Once. Twice. Three times. The rhythm was slow. It...

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