The Distant Ghost
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the old district into a slick, grey mirror that reflected the soot-streaked brickwork of the industrial quarter. You walked with your hands deep in the pockets of your long, charcoal coat, the fabric heavy with dampness, feeling the chill seep through to the bone, a cold that felt less like a weather phenomenon and more like a...
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