The Distant Garden
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey veil that turned the streets of the city into mirrors of broken asphalt and neon, blurring the boundary between the wet pavement and the air above it, a persistent and dampening silence that seemed to press against the eardrums of every resident who dared to step outside into the slick, reflective twilight. Elias Thorne moved through...
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