The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-25 08:05:59 -

The mud at Blackwood was four inches deep and cold enough to bite through the leather of my boots, a slurry that sucked at my heels with every step I took toward the front door, and I counted the seconds between each drag of my foot to keep my mind from drifting into the tremor that had taken hold of my right hand, a shaking so violent it made the pen in my pocket feel like a live rat, and I...

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