The Faded Quadrant

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Chapter One I remember the cold not as a sensation but as a weight, a physical pressure that settled into the joints of my knees and the base of my spine, a dampness that seeped through the wool of my socks and froze the ink in my pen. We were leaving the southern district, where the olive terraces still held the last of the green, and moving north toward the abandoned textile mill, a place of...

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