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Their feet hit gritty pavement.
It's the middle of a block of foggy street in a run-down commercial district. Not the skyscrapers of New York, but squat, huddled old buildings of a quaint New England town. Behind them is a dusty toy store; other storefronts litter the street to either side and in front.
The whole place echoes emptily, the movement of the fog the only sound other than themselves.
Amber scuffs a sneaker on the asphalt. "So... yeah. Here it is."
It's the middle of a block of foggy street in a run-down commercial district. Not the skyscrapers of New York, but squat, huddled old buildings of a quaint New England town. Behind them is a dusty toy store; other storefronts litter the street to either side and in front.
The whole place echoes emptily, the movement of the fog the only sound other than themselves.
Amber scuffs a sneaker on the asphalt. "So... yeah. Here it is."
