The Faded Quadrant

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The letter from the War Office arrived on a Tuesday, folded into a square so small it could have fit in the palm of a child’s hand, but you did not open it then, holding it instead against the cold glass of the kitchen window where the industrial smoke of Oakhaven settled in a grey, suffocating blanket over the rooftops. You were thirty-four years old, and your life had narrowed down to the...

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