The main street of Cassandra was serene, with people crossing paths, shops beginning to open, and the rotating sounds of carriage wheels. Although everyone was in a hurry, the street was vibrant with life and bustling with variety.
But this was just one aspect of society, and the relatively better part at that.
Well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, beautiful crafts inside the shops, and clean streets, all looked like paintings displayed in a museum.
The bright facade.
This was the district of the affluent, and less than a hundred meters away lay the world's hidden darkness. They hadn't cleaned it up, just swept it out of sight.
If you walked there, you wouldn't maintain such leisure. A moment of distraction could cost you your purse, and a moment of carelessness could cost you your life.
While Lyle strolled the bustling streets with the curious Karen, Ralph was dealing with the trash of these times in the shadows.
Being a sheriff was never an easy job.
