The Faded Quadrant

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The rain didn’t fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a heavy, sulfurous breath that coated the cobblestones of the lower district in a slick, black mirror where the gaslights bled into the wet stone, turning the world into a bruised and trembling watercolor that I could not quite remember painting myself because my hands were already buried up to the wrists in the mud, clawing at the...

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