The Faded Quadrant

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The wool coat was red. Not the bright scarlet of a cardinal’s vestment, nor the dull crimson of dried blood. It was the red of the apples in our orchard in Ohio, the ones that fell too early, bruised and soft. I wore it every day. It was my skin. My shield. My mistake. I woke in the attic room. The air tasted of dust and damp stone. The light came through a single, grime-caked window. It was...

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