The Pale Shadows
The canals of the delta city Kethran moved with a sluggish, oily patience, carrying the weight of the smoke season into the narrow streets where the air tasted of ash and dried silt. Here, the buildings leaned over the water like tired men, their facades stained by decades of soot, while the ferries groaned under the burden of passengers who kept their doors shut against the physical weight of...
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