The Faded Quadrant

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I asked the boy if he had seen my mother’s shoes. He shook his head. His name was Arthur, and he was better at the loom than I was. He stood by the window, watching the sheet lightning split the dark sky above the mill floor. No rain came. Just the dry, cracking flash of light that made the shadows jump. I looked down at my hands. They were stained with ink and the dust of the dead. I am...

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