The Distant Promise
The rain in the city does not wash things clean; it only makes the grime slicker, turning the soot and the rust into a mirror that shows you more than you wish to see. You are walking through the district where the old mills have been gutted and replaced by glass towers that reflect the grey sky like broken teeth. Your feet are wet. The leather of your boots is cracking at the seams, stiffening...
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