The Faded Quadrant

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The rain fell on the cobblestones of the old quarter. It was a cold, thin rain. It did not wash the city clean. It only made the grime slick. Elias walked. He walked with his head down. He wore a coat that had been brown once. Now it was the color of wet ash. He held a small box in his left hand. The box was made of walnut. It was warm. His breath fogged in the air. He was a man out of place....

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