The Faded Quadrant

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The wool scarf lay in Elias’s hands, heavy and cold, its texture like dried mud against his palms. It was a gift from Mr. Thorne, a heavy charcoal grey weave that had once been a source of comfort but now felt like a stone wrapped in cloth. Elias held it for a moment, feeling the chill seep through his fingers, before wrapping it tightly around his neck and pulling the ends down over his chest....

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