The miles ticked by and his muscles did hold and he would keep moving lest sweat made him cold. His steed was another's that he'd borrowed when his own mount was stolen from a downtown fen. The sun on his skin and the wind in his hair reminded this whorphan both sullied and fair that his was a path unlike most others take that his was a fortune and a name to make. With fleet wheels inflated and well-applied grease his troubles and worries did vanish and cease as he made his way from one side to the next of this vast wide beautiful bright metroplex.
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