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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a slow, grey suspension of mist that blurred the boundaries between the cobblestones of the Old Quarter and the sky above, creating a world where the vertical architecture of the city seemed to dissolve into the horizontal expanse of the pavement, a place where Edward Ashworth walked with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man who had long since...
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