The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain fell not upon the city but through it, a persistent, silver weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into mirrors of fractured light, and in the center of this wet, breathing labyrinth stood Julian Vane, whose uniform had long since lost its crispness to the damp, the wool of his shoulders darkened by the ghosts of a thousand nights spent standing watch over streets that...

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