The Distant Nightmare

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The rain does not fall so much as it hangs in the air, a thick, gray curtain that smells of wet wool and old pennies, a scent that has been your companion for so long you have forgotten it is a smell at all, and now you are walking, or perhaps shuffling, toward the heavy oak doors of the Ministry, your shoes soaked through and sticking to the cobblestones with a wet, sucking sound that feels...

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