The Faded Quadrant

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The cobblestones of Oakhaven were slick with a rain that had started three hours ago and refused to stop, and I walked them with the heavy, arrhythmic thud of a heart that knew it was failing, clutching the silver locket of my sister, Martha, against my chest where it burned a cold spot into my shirt, a chill that only deepened when I thought of the lie I was about to tell the magistrate. I am...

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