The strangest thing, the society I have ventured to, on my travels. For this society has unjust laws. There is a crime class where there should not be. The quality of life is woeful. The problems are solvable. The people live in fear - there are no happy people here. They go missing, unsolved mysteries and murders no one talks about.
For I am completely at home here.
It is anarchy on the streets and wild nasty hell in fog. In the effort I made to escape what I came from, I have discovered a place, it’s run by crooks.
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