A long street filled with 12 stages, Music shops, and concession stands.
Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 9:07 am
The street became very cold all of a sudden, then a creeping mist ebbed into the boulevard, slinking along the ground. It sounded as if it was whispering. Loki, my lord, disaster has struck. All may be lost, but not I. I will carry on fighting, my lord, for I am the oldest and the loneliest. The mist left as quickly as it had come, leaving a treacherous film of ice over the street.
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