The Big Easy
A light drizzle falls on the surface of The Dome, rivulets of water distorting the city below. On the river side, The Dome's portal gapes open, an entitled crowd of the wealthy debark their heavily-armed luxury steamboat. The crowd mills briefly on the docks before spilling into the old city, entranced by sweet, savory and spicy aromas from almost every building.
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