The Distant Legend

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The rain in the city was not water. It was a gray, industrial sludge that smelled of sulfur and old iron, clinging to the wool of your greatcoat and seeping into the joints of your knees with a cold that felt less like temperature and more like a physical weight. You were walking because your legs still worked, because the alternative was to stand still and let the dampness eat you alive, and...

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