The Faded Quadrant

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You wake with the taste of ash on your tongue. It is a dry, metallic flavor, like licking a battery, and it clings to the back of your throat no matter how much you swallow. You are in the supply room of the border post, a concrete box in a valley where the fog does not lift but sits heavy and wet against the walls. You are Elias, thirty-four, and you are hungry. Not the sharp, empty hunger of...

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