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It was Warm for Winter. Too warm. Weather aside, though, it was a perfect day. The air had just enough substance to carry an ambiance all its own, soundwaves and smells riding the balmy currents with ease. Three Kings walked the cracked highway of the crumbling city, their ambling gait betraying their pride and power. Black denim, black leather, red thread. The chink-kling of chains slapping against the torn jeans of their leader and the muted buzz of two pairs of earphones at full volume clung to them like a swarm of metal insects.Three Kings in black finery, their black boots pounding the black pavement of the Crumbling City. It was not ...