A fascinating story, from Libramoon
There are some streets blissfully deserted in that magic time around dawn. Catching a pattern here? Living in the city, but not of it, or at least among the people. There are millions of souls in this city. I avoid them as much as I can. Souls can be really icky, especially the ones who don’t know they are dead. A lot of the ones who do know they’re dead can be just as bad. Wandering around with no future can be frustrating. Best to keep to myself, I say.
I need to go out, to scavenge for my living. Around dawn, it’s light enough without being too light. Anyone still out from the night before is too trashed to be much of a threat. Anyone starting their day has too much on their mind to notice me.
But there she was, that girl, her ghost…
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