The doorbell rang... - Filthy Streets by RR
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Raina
Raina
The filthy streets. Polluted air that made me cough, dirt everywhere that was very visible and tattered, ripped clothes. I was sick of that life. Every day the atmosphere was getting worse. I needed money. Gold coins and …
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