The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-20 19:02:17 -

The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into slick mirrors reflecting the slate sky above. I sat in my cell, the stone cold against my spine, listening to the drip from a cracked pipe somewhere in the walls, a rhythm that had long since ceased to be merely auditory and had become a physical pulse within my own chest. My...

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