The Distant Journey
"You see it, don’t you? The way the light bends around the corner of the building, like a liquid that refuses to spill." Julian stood on the sidewalk, his coat collar turned up against the damp chill that seeped from the cobblestones, and watched the old man with the intense, unblinking stare of a hawk. The city around them was a maze of grey stone and iron, the air thick with the scent of coal...
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