The Faded Quadrant
The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down by the weight of the city, a continuous, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and merged the cobblestones with the sky. Thomas Vane stood in the center of the intersection, his coat soaked through to the skin, watching the droplets hit the wet asphalt and shatter into tiny, fleeting stars that vanished before they could reach his...
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