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Cap stood among the decrepit ruin of the old church of Fall’s End, a husk of its former glory held up only by the grace of nature itself where time would have seen it otherwise fall. A frown fell over her face as she imagined how beautifully quaint it once was in its heyday before the Collapse. Cap solemnly took a seat on one of the old pews, and pulled out a weathered journal given to her by the Judge.
“My second home. Destroyed by his… my wrath. My regrets.” Was all that was written of their memories here. Tragedy.