The Faded Quadrant

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the mud of the valley into a thick, sucking paste that seemed to pull at the soles of our boots with a tenacity that felt almost personal, almost hungry, as we trudged up the slope toward the ruins of St. Jude’s, where the old stone walls still stood in the grey mist like the ribs of a beast long dead. I carried the quadrant in my left hand, the...

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