The Faded Quadrant

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The vial of morphine sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and heavy as a river stone, its glass surface sweating in the dry heat of the infirmary. He watched the liquid settle, a pale amber sludge that promised the only mercy left to him in this wretched place. Outside the barred window, the sun was dropping low, casting long, jagged shadows across the concrete yard where the inmates ran their...

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