The Faded Quadrant

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You wake. The air is thick. It tastes of iron and old rain. You are in a cell. The stone is cold. It presses against your back. You do not move. You do not speak. You are still. The door opens. Light floods in. It is harsh. It burns your eyes. You turn away. You look at the floor. The floor is cracked. A vine grows through the crack. It is green. It is alive. You have seen it before. You have...

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