The Faded Quadrant

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The rain fell on the cobblestones of York. It was a cold, wet Tuesday. Arthur stood at the window. He watched the street. Below, a carriage passed. The horses stamped. The air smelled of horse dung and wet wool. Arthur turned away. He looked at the room. The room was small. It was his cell. He had been here for three days. The walls were stone. The air was stale. He felt a pain in his chest. It...

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