The Faded Quadrant

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The air in the basement of the St. Jude’s Orphanage smelled of damp wool, stale coal smoke, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear that had settled into the plaster like a permanent stain. You sat on the floor, your back pressed against the cold brick, your hands wrapped tightly around the hem of the grey shawl that had been handed to you that morning by Sister Agatha, the head of the...

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