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The northern side of Lancaster City was its rundown slums.

This was once a residence for the common citizen. Although it was not as elegant and noble as the southern aristocratic district or as prosperous as the trade district at the east, nor was it too different from the rather chaotic western black-market district—but everyone could live well.

Until the fall of Tierra.

Lancaster wasn't destroyed by much then—but that only applied to the noble residences and the trade district.

The residential area of the common citizens had been struck most heavily, and the lack of management or maintenance reduced it to battered slums. Many buildings devastated by the fires of war then were left as it was, about to collapse at any given moment even though so long had passed since then.

And in the ruins of one of those houses, three shivering children were surrounding a dying bonfire, doing all they could to draw a little warmth from the cinders.

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