The Faded Quadrant

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The cup sits on the steel table. It is cold. The coffee has skin. You do not drink. You stare. The ceramic is chipped. A small fracture runs from the rim to the base. It looks like a vein. It looks like a scar. You know this cup. You have held it a thousand times. Your thumb knows the dent. Your lips know the edge. But it is not yours. It belongs to the station. It belongs to the clock. It...

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