"New York in winter is ugly—monstrously so. The snow reduces to slush on contact, immediately shot through with the gray and black of the city's soot and grime. Grease from the town's million and one restaurant cooking vents combines with the salty, cold blasts of wind that screech in off the ocean to turn the dark ichor into a freezing, slippery mess that does nothing for the soul save hinder and depress."
C.J. Henderson, Nine Dragons
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