The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a dense, grey curtain that eroded the boundary between the cobblestones of the square and the wet wool of my coat, a garment that had become less a barrier against the elements and more a second skin, heavy with the damp and the salt air of this impossible, suspended city where the clock towers ticked in reverse and the shadows stretched toward a sun...

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