The Faded Frontier
The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the city, a thick, sulfurous breath that clung to the soot-stained brickwork of the industrial district, turning the cobblestones into slick, black mirrors that reflected the gas lamps in trembling, elongated shivers. In the grand hall of the Magistrate’s office, the air was heavy with the scent of beeswax and old paper, a scent that seemed to...
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