The Wistful Mirror
The rain had not stopped for forty-three days, a persistent, metallic drizzle that turned the streets of New London into a mosaic of black sludge and shattered neon, a condition that the meteorological bureau had officially designated as a Level Four Hydrological Anomaly but which the residents simply called the Drowning, a slow, viscous submersion of the lower city that did not so much wash...
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