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The sun light was dim, the morning air of London was, as usual, cool and damp. The streets were filled with men and women of all ages, children running off to school, even some stray cats meowing and hissing as they rummaged through trash cans. There were street sellers, attempting to make a living by shoving unneeded merchandise in your face, hoping you would somehow make the choice to purchase the pointless contraption being shoved at you. Lystan frowned, knocking the man out of the way. Honestly, he didn't have time for this. Smoke filled the air, making him cough. Since all the factories were built, smoke and pollution has been a big iss