The Wistful Skyline
The spring flood had swollen the River Shannon until the water lapped at the stone steps of the imperial courier station, turning the mud of County Leitrim into a grey, sucking paste that clung to the boots of every laborer who dared venture out to work. It was a morning of relentless, driving rain, the kind that soaked through wool and settled into the marrow, making the air taste of wet slate...
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