The Distant Affair
The rain fell upon the cobblestones of Oakhaven with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like a judgment, a cold, unceasing washing of the world that seemed determined to scour away the very stone beneath my boots, and I stood at the edge of the bridge where the old city met the new, watching the water swirl into the black maw of the river, my hands trembling not from the chill...
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