The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, grey mist that clung to the cobblestones of the city and seeped into the marrow of the men who walked them, a heavy, wet shroud that smothered the vibrant life of the streets and turned the world into a monochromatic study of decay and endurance. Thomas Bradshaw walked with a limp that had become so integral to his rhythm that he no...

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