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Cradled in New England's chilly embrace, the old city of Providence
is waiting.
It has been there for centuries, perhaps for longer even than you would
like to believe. Time has trodden upon its fair face, plastering over
its secrets with concrete and steel, but much of old Providence still
remains, barely hidden beneath the modern facade.
It is, and has always been, a city of dreamers, a city of the lost, a
city of shadow; and within its darkest crevices, horrors surpassing
the mind's comprehension still await their coming time.
The old city of Providence is indeed waiting; but it has only so much
patience...
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