The Faded Quadrant
The rain that has been falling for three days does not wash the city clean but rather saturates it, turning the cobblestones of the Lower Ward into a slick, black mirror that reflects the gaslight in fractured, trembling ribbons, and you stand at the window of your cramped office, watching the water streak down the glass in slow, viscous threads, your fingers tracing the condensation with a...
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