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Manehattan leaves its hoofprint on everypony who ventures into it.
Chapter One: Lost in Manehattan
“Manehattan is big enough that you cannot trot from one end to another in a single day. Not even if you avoid getting lost or accosted in the tangled web of twisting streets and dead end alleys.
It’s too big, actually. It’s vast, immense. Seas of ponies, forests of buildings, roads wide as rivers. It smells like urine and sweat and coal smoke and tar. If I had been in my right mind, I never would’ve gone there.
In the fullness of time, I became lost. I took a turn too early or too late, then tried to compensate by cutting through two tall buildings. It wound like a gulley carved like a river that had left to find a cleaner bed. Garbage drifted up the walls and filled the cracks between buildings and the alcove doorways. After I had taken several turns I caught the rancid smell of something dead.”
Rarity stopped writing. She sat in her sig