The Wistful Silence

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The rain in the old quarter of the city does not fall so much as it hangs, a suspended gray curtain that smells of wet stone and the faint, metallic tang of centuries of iron left to rust in the damp, and you are walking through it now, your boots heavy with the sludge of the cobbled streets, the leather of your cloak stiff and cold against your shoulders, the weight of the sword at your hip a...

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