The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey mist that dissolved the boundary between the wet asphalt of the highway and the damp, rotting undergrowth of the shoulder, creating a world where the distinction between the road and the wilderness had been erased by the relentless, indifferent persistence of the storm. Elias Thorne sat in the driver’s seat of his rusted...

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