The Distant Legend

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The rain in Millhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a gray veil woven of coal dust and iron filings that settled on the shoulders of the men who walked the streets. You know this rain. You have worn it for twenty years, first as a boy running from the factory whistles, then as a constable in a uniform that smelled of wet wool and old authority. It is a city that breathes through its lungs,...

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