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Edward ambles down the Chicago River, near the State Street Bridge. He doesn't really know what he is doing, or what he is looking for, but he hardly ever does so this isn't particularly unsettling to him.
It's late at night, and the water is a strange colour, as it is so dirty with misuse. But everything is peaceful. Relatively.
It's late at night, and the water is a strange colour, as it is so dirty with misuse. But everything is peaceful. Relatively.