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 The night was not so much dark as it was cold. The sky above blinked with the lights of countless stars and one brilliant moon suspended over the city below like a great chandelier. The wind blew like a silent whisper, touching the skin enough to let you know it was there, but not loud enough to disturb the body. I sat alone upon the chilly and rough stone ledge and looked out over the buildings, the lights, and the noises. It was a quiet night, despite the gentle hum of the city beyond me. The streets so small and linear, and one could only make them out in the dark thanks to the car lights that moved like a line of yellow ants moving betwe