The Faded Paradox
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a dense, gray curtain that erased the boundaries between the cobblestones of the High Street and the looming, timber-framed houses of the old quarter, a deluge that turned the air into a thick, metallic soup in which the lanterns of the night watchmen burned with a sickly, flickering yellow, and it was into this suffocating atmosphere that Elias...
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