The Golden Visit
The rain in London does not wash things clean; it merely presses the grime deeper into the pores of the city, turning the cobblestones into slick mirrors that reflect the fractured faces of those who walk them, and you are one of those walking, though your feet seem to have forgotten the rhythm of the pavement, drifting through the grey afternoon with a heaviness that is less physical than...
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