The Faded Attic
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the city and erased the distinction between the cobblestones and the sky above them. It was the kind of weather that settled into the bones, a persistent dampness that no amount of drying could fully expel, and it was in this perpetual state of saturation that Elara Vane found herself standing...
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