The Distant Summer
The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled from the sky, a thick, grey fog that clung to the stones of the High Ward and seeped into the marrow of those who had no shelter left to seek, for the sky itself had ceased to distinguish between day and night, and we, the Unbound, moved through this eternal twilight like ghosts haunting a world that had forgotten how to dream, and I stood there,...
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