The Faded Quadrant

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The porcelain cup shattered on the tile floor of Ward 4, and I did not move. The sound was not loud, but it was final, a sharp crack that cut through the sterile silence of the sanatorium like a gunshot in a library. It was the winter of 1914, and the snow outside had been falling for three days straight, sealing the windows with a rime that looked like frost on a corpse. I stood by the bed of...

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