The Faded Quadrant

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You are sitting in the back room of the apothecary, the air thick with the smell of dried lavender and the damp, earthy scent of rotting wood that seeps through the floorboards, and you are waiting for your hands to stop trembling, which they will not, because the cold has settled into the joints of your knuckles and the marrow of your bones, and it is a cold that has nothing to do with the...

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