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lightcastleLeaving the metro today, I found Montreal had been suddenly wreathed in fog.
The streetlights turned into gaslights from the Victorian era, and the park into a lonely stretch of moor.
The streetlights turned into gaslights from the Victorian era, and the park into a lonely stretch of moor.
