The Distant Affair
The rain in this part of the city does not wash things clean; it merely makes the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the old quarter into a treacherous mirror that reflects the neon bleed of the district offices above, so that I stood there with my shoulders soaked through and my hands trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, vibrating weight of the silence that had been imposed...
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