The Faded Quadrant

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You stand at the head of the long, scarred oak table in the refectory of the Blackwood Sanatorium, a place built in the late Victorian era where the ironwork groans in the wind and the windows are perpetually fogged with a breath that is not entirely your own, and you look down at the plate before you, which holds a single, unpeeled apple that has turned a bruised, deep purple in the low, amber...

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