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The rain in the city of Ostrava did not wash things clean. It only made the mud thicker. You walk through the grey streets with your head down, keeping to the shadows of the old stone walls. You are not a man. You are not a woman. You are a thing of mist and bone that the city has forgotten to name. For three hundred years, you have kept the peace in the lower quarters. You keep the rats from...
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