The Faded Quadrant
In the dream, the sky was the color of a bruise that had forgotten how to heal, a sprawling, violet expanse that pressed down upon the city with the weight of a wet wool blanket, and beneath this oppressive canopy, the old elm tree in the center of the square stood not as a living thing but as a skeletal hand reaching up to strangle the light, its branches twisted into a knot of grief that...
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