The Faded Alibi
The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of gray water that blurred the edges of the cobblestones and the iron lanterns, turning the entire metropolis into a damp, breathing organism that seemed to pulse with a slow, arthritic rhythm. I walked through the streets with my hands tucked deep into the pockets of my coat, feeling the cold seep through the fabric and...
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