This week's cloudy, dreary weather culminates in a thunderstorm, lasting most of the previous night. That means when you awake this morning, the town is damp and dark. It's not just the weather that gives off an oppressive feeling, though. The air, it's heavy.
The Sergeant told you, after all. This is your last day to prevent your deepest, darkest secrets from being revealed.
There's no immediate evidence that anyone's followed his orders, though. Maybe you'll get through this week without anymore unnecessary death.
Or, maybe not. Maybe you should take a look around town, just to be sure.
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if she peeks into the grave, does she see anything of interest?]
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Wait, no, this is plainly somewhere God has abandoned, of course it makes sense. And he's speaking too late, but he has to say something, he can't not -]
Ma'am, in my experience when a grave looks like that it's better to keep back from it....
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The fact that the headstone is entirely shattered might be a little more helpful. ]
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