The Distant Legend
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the cobblestones of the square and the slate roof of the university, turning the world into a single, suspended moment of damp silence. I sat in my office, a room that smelled of old paper and the faint, metallic tang of wet wool, watching the water streak down the windowpane like a tear that...
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