The Distant Legend
The rain had not stopped for three days. It slicked the cobblestones of Vane, turning the ancient city into a mirror of grey water and black stone. I stood at the corner of High Street, my hand resting on the cold brass of my badge. It was the only thing in this city that felt solid. The only thing that reminded me I was Elias, constable of the Old Ward, and not just another ghost drifting...
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