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Darker Times: Introduction
Many things have been said about Billy in the past.
Most believe he was a crazy old hobo, wandering the city, talking about adventures and monsters.
Most people don't believe in humans either.
My name is Finn, ever since Jake's parents passed I've been homeless, or, supposedly homeless, I live in a tree. A lotta people feel sorry for you when you got no house, but man, I live it pretty sweet compared to some people in big fancy ones.
And besides, who needs a house when you got a friend like Jake?
No, he is not my dog, he is my friend. He's no ordinary dog either.
But back to the point, me and Jake are following in Billy's footsteps, after all, it's a lot of work for one man to protect the whole city from monsters and evil junk. You'd think that would be the police man's job to do that, but they can't fight what they don't know exists, even if it breaks the law.
So, here begins my story.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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