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... cation: Rumpelstadt]
The rain came down in steady sheets — the kind that pressed down heavily, that seeped into stone and skin alike.
Dante walked through it without hesitation.
His coat hung heavy at the shoulders, dark fur dampened and darkened to near black. Droplets traced the filigree that lined his gauntlets, beading and sliding from alloy to ground. The sound of his boots against the cobbled street was softened by the mud that had begun to swallow the crac ...
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