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The streets were busy, as always. Hackneys, hansom cabs, stagecoaches, and even work wagons used for carrying hay and grains, rode down the road.
Buildings stood tall, some open, some closed, some abandoned, and some being homes belonging to people, there was also a few stalls with people shouting their wares in hopes of sales.
Blanche was sitting by a fire barrel, warming his hands. There were some orphan boys with dust and dirt all over them sitting with him, but they were talking to each other, so Blanche remained quiet and didn't interrupt or try to join the conversation.
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