Wellington Street

In which we take a stroll down a very strange stretch of road.


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Hotel 1 "Market in the Fog"

We took the train into the city today. Platform was choked with fog, the night coming on faster than normal, as if the fog was drawing away the light. Margaret looked beautiful today. We needed a break from all the madness. All the sickness.

The trip offered the perfect opportunity to distract us.

She felt warm and comfortable. Even after all we have been through, falling back into place is so easy for us.

A couple of minutes passed. The heat was drawn away as well as the sun set. There was an element in the air. Something strange and foreign. And even though everything around us seemed just a little off of center, just slightly wrong, it was not uncomfortable.

We live for our little adventures.

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