The Golden Visit
The rain in the city did not fall so much as it settled, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the wool of your coat and the gray stone of the district, eroding the sharp lines of the buildings until the skyline blurred into a suggestion rather than a fact. You stood in the center of the intersection, not waiting for a light that was not there, but holding your place in the flow of traffic with...
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