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Morristown. I have a bit of a story for this one, it also goes along with the previous one.

The thunder echoed around the small village as lightning cracked, illuminating the giant steeple of the largest building in town. He rushes through town in traveling garb, a long cloak flowing behind him, all drenched with rain. Noticing the chapel he rushes to enter, to the dry, warm interior. Only to be met with a cast iron gate and no one to answer his pleas. He limps over to a nearby tree and slumps down, huddling in his rain-soaked clothing, staring at the only obstacle between him and life. [Also See "Open the Gates"]

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Description
Morristown. I have a bit of a story for this one, it also goes along with the previous one.

The thunder echoed around the small village as lightning cracked, illuminating the giant steeple of the largest building in town. He rushes through town in traveling garb, a long cloak flowing behind him, all drenched with rain. Noticing the chapel he rushes to enter, to the dry, warm interior. Only to be met with a cast iron gate and no one to answer his pleas. He limps over to a nearby tree and slumps down, huddling in his rain-soaked clothing, staring at the only obstacle between him and life. [Also See "Open the Gates"]

Computer Editing