[OOSF:
We can't have you going anywhere without at least some sort of geographical orientation.]
Edward had been distracted by the sound of violins playing where there shouldn't have been -- the piece is harrowingly poignant but it shouldn't be playing in the train station, off toward the westerly side of the platform -- which made sense when he took the half step a millisecond ago.
Now he found himself in a city street full of shining signs and incredibly well dressed people in a land of perpetual dark sky and large shining moon. Carlisle really wasn't going to like this.
At least the violin music was still harrowingly poignant?
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