The Faded Quadrant

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The lead cames were cold against my fingers, a chill that bit deeper than the November air seeping through the transept. I paused, my breath hanging in the shaft of light that cut through the dust, and listened to the low hum vibrating in the stained glass. It was a sound like a cello string bowed by a heavy hand, a frequency that matched the erratic rhythm of my own failing heart. I am Elias...

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