The Faded Frontier
The rain had been falling for three days, a thin, persistent sheet of gray water that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into slick, black mirrors reflecting the gaslights and the low, heavy clouds that pressed down against the high stone walls of the Citadel. It was not a natural rain, or if it was, it had been imbued with something else, something that made the air taste of copper and...
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