OPEN | prompt one | RAIN

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prompt one | R A I N I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.

 

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claude banks | CONSTANTINOPLE | pre-Event

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[ It's raining outside. Claude can see it from his window, can hear the gentle patter against the glass. The sound picks at the back of his head like a persistent itch. To be frank, he's never really liked the rain. He knows what its importance is, but in his immediate life, it only creates inconvenience and mess. A wet coat, a shoe stuck in the mud. (It's telling, he supposes, that this is what he chooses to worry about. But what else has he to worry about save an empty house? His mind strays to that darkness enough already.)

Still, today he allows himself a breath. Leaning back slowly in his chair, he turns so that he's facing out the window, hands set on the armrests, fingers curled about the ends, a little glimpse into the unrest that has plagued him ever since, well. Ever since his Trade. ]