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... cracked sidewalks and washing away today’s blood to make room for tomorrow’s.
The streets were nearly empty in this upscale district — the neighborhood of the rich and the great guilds — where cold neon lights shimmered on glass storefronts like stars trapped in boxes.
I walked with steady, silent, measured steps.
My black tactical coat, threaded with fine lines of Eitra, refused the water.
Raindrops slid off the fabric like liquid mercury, leaving no sign of damp ...
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