Every evening I walk through the terrible city, where cobblestone streets meander between scary buildings. The air is filled with the scent of dead flowers and amazing evil spirits.
I often stop to chat with the local dead, whose stories bring the story to life. These moments make me feel connected to something more amazing than myself.
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