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Republic City’s made of stone and steel and light, the bones of the earth reaching to the sky. Korra used to love it here.
When she stepped off the boat that first time, and smelled the air of a city at once strange and familiar, her heart had sung. This was the place she had been called to, she was sure: a nation founded not by war or long tradition but built out of hope, and the promise of a new way of living. Like Kyoshi, Aang had shaped the very face of his world. Korra had wondered, wandering these streets, if she would ever do so herself.
Now, though, the light of the city simply throws the shadows into sharp relief. The buildings are too big, and Korra can see the stone crumble and the metal rust away until all that is left is darkness.
Korra used to love it here. But Republic City is full of ghosts reaching out with hungry mouths, the past and the present and the fear of what the future might bring.