The Distant Legend
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that settled on the shoulders of the old man and seeped into the bones of the building. He stood in the center of the vast, empty atrium, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the water streak down the massive pane of glass that formed the front of the structure. It was a cathedral of commerce, a glass monolith that...
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