The Distant Legend
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the town square into a slick, reflective mirror of the leaden sky above. I stood by the high window of the apothecary, watching the water bead and run down the glass in long, slow rivulets that distorted the view of the street below, where the shadows of the townspeople stretched long and thin,...
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