The Distant Legend
The rain fell in sheets of gray iron, blurring the edges of the world until the streetlights became smeared halos of sickly yellow, and you stood in the center of the intersection, your uniform soaked through to the skin, feeling the cold seep into the marrow of your bones like a slow, liquid poison. It was not the storm that terrified you, but the silence of the crowd, a heavy, suffocating...
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