The Distant Journey
The rain had been falling on the city for three days without ceasing, a steady, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the industrial district into slick mirrors reflecting the soot-streaked brick of the factories. I stood at the edge of the platform at Blackfriars Station, my uniform pressed and cold against my skin, the badge on my chest feeling less like a symbol of authority and more...
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