The Distant Journey
The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a pervasive, gray suspension that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones into mirrors of a sky that refused to clear. You stood in the center of the square, your uniform immaculate, the brass buttons catching the faint, dying light of a sun that seemed to have forgotten how to shine. The coat you wore was not merely wool; it was a...
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