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... of fiction, a young man walked alone, a solitary figure in a vibrant, chaotic sea of people. His short, straight black hair was swept forward in a soft fringe that just barely touched the edge of his dark brown almond eyes. He looked up to the orange sky, where the sun, a tired, weary fire, was already setting, and the air was getting colder, biting at his exposed skin.
The constant, buzzing roar of the crowded city street, a symphony of car horns and distant chatter, could not distract ...
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