The Distant Metropolis

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old district into slick, dark mirrors, and you stood there in the doorway of the inn, your boots heavy with mud and the damp chill of the street, watching the water drip from the eaves in a rhythmic, tedious patter that seemed to mock the stillness of your own breathing, your hands trembling...

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