The Distant Clue
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a relentless, cold curtain that erased the distinction between the cobblestones and the mud, a gray void that swallowed the edges of the city and turned the grand, spired palace of the High Council into a mere ghost of its own arrogance, standing there with its windows like blind, weeping eyes, while inside, in the small, damp room behind the...
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