The rain in the city of Aldenbury did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, grey mist that clung to the cobblestones and the rusted iron of the gas lamps, turning the world into a watercolor painting left out in the damp until the colors bled into one another, indistinguishable from the wet asphalt and the soot of the factories that hummed along the riverbank like the low, eternal thrum...
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