The streets were dimly lit da the towering strada, via lights with the flickering bulbs. The kind of atmosphere dato off da a cheesy horror flick, predictable to the nth degree, but all the same I walk these streets alone, unafraid as I know and have lived all the dangers of this town.
Though there was one aspect contradicting the scene. The smell. The air was fresh and clean, te could smell the moist leave lying motionless where they had been swept in the breeze of the day. te could smell the low humidity mixed with the smell of distant burning. To me that smell was the...
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