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Intro. The rain fell as if the sky sought to wash entire centuries of stories that no one dared to tell. The streets of Arvenwick—always narrow, always gloomy, always filled with the echoes of footsteps that belonged to no one—seemed even smaller under the sheets of water that fell relentlessly. The city was ancient, older than all its inhabitants, older than any record. The kind of place where the wind howls names, even when no one else
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Intro. The rain fell as if the sky sought to wash entire centuries of stories that no one dared to tell. The streets of Arvenwick—always narrow, always gloomy, always filled with the echoes of footsteps that belonged to no one—seemed even smaller under the sheets of water that fell relentlessly. The city was ancient, older than all its inhabitants, older than any record. The kind of place where the wind howls names, even when no one else
Damon
@Lilly
Damon