A long last puff of air escaped his lips as he reached the summit of a very steep hill. Through the sparse and barren branches of trees rooted well below his vision, he could see the glimmer of a city. The lights seemed alive, dancing and pulsating against a purple-black sky. The boy sat down on a frozen granite bench, the toes of his boots
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