called it a moment in time frozen in amber.
The historians diligently reconstructed the corner to give visitors a small taste of life 100 years ago.
But they had sucked all of the real life and flavor out.
Where was the noise? Where were the variety of smells over that ever-present background stench?
And people, where were they?
A city street is not things, it is people.
Keith cried out in despair.
“…they say if you listen closely, that you can still hear the driver moan as he did when dying. Now, the storefront over here was…”
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