The Wistful Witness
The rain has been falling for three days, a steady, grey curtain that turns the cobblestones of the old town into slick, black mirrors, and you stand there, your hands still shaking from the weight of the sword you no longer carry, watching the river that runs through the center of your life, which has not changed, which will not change, which remains cold and indifferent and utterly eternal...
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