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Amy scuffed her way through the musky buildings. She had spotted the town from a distance, and had decided to stop in with the hopes of finding canines to trade with. Spots of civility were hard to find, making her eager when she spotted something. The town was abandoned though, shattering her hopes of talking to decent company. Walking through Amy studied the area around her. There was no remains of the humans scattered about like there had been in the bigger city. She figured the skeletons were probably in the houses, or fields around them. Small places did tend to have that charm.
Heading further out Amy observed several trees with fruit. Snow had dusted over them, but a few stubborn ones still clung on. Walking closer Amy had to admit it was a shame. The fruit would have been valuable. Instead it had been left to rot, with no one tending to it. She made a note to herself to return to this place when the fruit bloomed again and turned to continue on her way through the town.
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