The Faded Quadrant

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The sirens did not wail. They screamed. A raw, tearing sound that split the gray dawn over the city. I stood at the edge of the river, my boots sinking into the wet mud. The bridge behind me was gone. Not broken. Gone. A void where the steel and concrete had been, replaced by a swirling mist that smelled of ozone and old blood. I looked at my hands. They were steady. They were always steady....

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