The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended shroud that smelled of wet chalk and old dust, settling into the pores of the stone walls of the St. Jude’s Institute for Wayward Youth like a second skin. I stood in the center of the refectory, the linoleum beneath my sensible, scuffed shoes feeling cool and unyielding, while the silence of the empty room pressed against...

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