The Distant Summer
The rain had been falling for three days, a ceaseless, gray sheet that turned the streets of the old university town into a network of muddy, swirling veins where the water pooled in deep, dark holes that reflected the flickering, uncertain light of the gas lamps. It was the kind of damp that seeped into the bones, a cold that did not stop at the skin but traveled inward, settling in the joints...
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