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Post by generalnoobington on Aug 16, 2009 21:55:44 GMT -5
A grassy field permeated the courtyard, only interrupted by a stone path, that wound like the entwining of fates towards a beautiful flowerbed. Colors splashed upon the petals in delicate arrangements. The flowers only lasted so long, though, as they ended in a marble arch, the graves began. Fresh flowers sat at every headstone, each the marker of the cadaver of a fallen hero, a soldier of Amber.
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