The Faded Quadrant

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the garden behind the manor house into a churned, muddy grave. I sat in the library, the room smelling of wet wool and the slow, sweet decay of old paper, watching the water trace its chaotic, silver veins down the leaded glass. Outside, the old oak tree, the one my father had...

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