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Our Darkest Hours

Every city changes when darkness falls. At night, Kingston is as beautiful as it is foreboding. Flickering lights, empty buildings and hollow, distant voices create an atmosphere that is difficult to capture when the imagination adds so much more.

Things appear and disappear. Old souls mingle with the living, and sometimes, if you look hard enough, you can almost see them walking.

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