The Faded Quadrant

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The train cut through the gray belly of the morning, a steel artery pulsing through the industrial veins of the Midwest. Thomas Bradshaw sat by the window, his reflection ghostly and translucent against the rushing dark of the passing fields. He was a man carved from silence, his uniform pressed so sharply it seemed to hold his ribs in place, a rigid armor against the soft, crumbling world...

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