The day was young, but Zachariah still managed to get himself lost in this massive city. The whole area was one giant golden maze, even the slums were paved with gold. The only true issue that held itself true here was that since everything was made of gold, gold had the value of a cinder-block and asphalt to people. It was pitiful tale, in which gold coin held less value here than copper. Thusly many people who'd bring their families here would die trying to feed them, because their savings were in gold coins. This meant there were a lot of orphans here, mostly from foreign lands. All sad and lonely.
Word Count: 111
Word Count: 111