The Faded Quadrant

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The rain on the pavement sounded like static. It was a low, gray sound, the kind that settled into the bones before the cold did. Elara stood on the corner of 4th and Main, her coat collar turned up against the wind. She was thirteen, but her eyes held the heavy, flat look of someone who had seen too much of the world’s machinery grinding against the soft flesh of the living. In her left hand,...

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