The Faded Quadrant
It was the left hand. The one that shook. I held it out to the window. The glass was cold. The fog pressed against it. Thick. White. It ate the world. I was a professor of history. Or I had been. Before the noise started. Before the shaking began. My name is Arthur. Arthur Penhaligon. I taught at the university. I lectured on the Industrial Revolution. Coal. Steam. Iron. I knew the dates. I...
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