The Distant Legend
The rain hit the pavement. It stung. It hissed. Elias stood on the corner. He did not move. His coat was wet. It clung to him like a second skin. The city breathed around him. Cold air. Wet asphalt. The smell of ozone and rust. He watched the water run. It pooled in the gutter. It flowed fast. It carried leaves. It carried trash. It carried time. He was a cop. He knew the law. He knew the...
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