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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The altar itself is completely destroyed. Approximately half a crucifix lays in front of it, edges singed. ]
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Is this a big crucifix that she might recognize as a decoration, or a little one like someone would carry with them?]
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How about the pulpit? Anything fun in there?]
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