The Distant Legend
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, cold weeping that turned the cobblestones of the lower quarter into a slick, black mirror reflecting the gaslight and the weary faces of those who dared to walk at such an hour. Elara Vance stood before the window of the small, rented room she shared with her father, watching the water streak down the glass in erratic, vertical lines, each...
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