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Normal Towns
One of bone and breath. Small and thin, full of shallow wheezing and deep eyes. Loud footsteps against the dark cobblestone. Whispers in the night and fear in the day.
One of fire and darkness. A mess of sprawling streets, so many of them leading to nothing. Get inside quickly. You will hear things outside. Dont investigate.
One of flowers and clay. Startlingly quiet. There are rough humanoid shapes sat at every table. They move when you arent watching. Keep them feed or they will soon become hostile.
One of trees and stone. The statues in the neighbouring wood are not your friends. The people hold secrets they will tell you for a bowl of soup brewed with love.
One of steel and smog. The sound of the tracks keeps you up all night. A train hasn’t been on the tracks for years. Every Tuesday at 5:48 you can visit those bueried by the tracks.
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