Ennerdale Street

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Sylvia continued with her guitar slung over her shoulder, heading to New Prague in the early morning, needing to set up at Bar Jack where her bandmates waited for her. The cool morning air seemed to get a touch warmer, as the swirling fog rolled in at its thickest. Sylvie could make out odd shapes in the mist, too dark to see clearly, but paid not much mind to it all. Still, eerie as hell the city was today. It gave her enough of a push to pick up her pace a little, her goth boots clacking a little louder.

Creepy morning. I'm surprised by the lack of traffic and everything... well, I'll be in the nice warm interior of the pub soon enough! Killer Bambies gonna rock the socks off those drunkards later tonight! She thought, chuckling a little to herself as she continued.

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