The Distant Legend
The rain hit the cobblestones with a hiss. It was cold. I felt it in my bones. I walked. My feet were wet. The leather of my shoes was ruined. I did not care. I carried the letter. It was thick. Heavy. Paper. Ink. My name was on it. My hands shook. I looked up. The sky was gray. The buildings loomed. They were tall. They were old. Brick. Stone. They watched me. I was a small man. I was a clerk....
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