She stands before a chapel, woodlands surround it on all
sides and in the distance Mountain peaks can be see between the trees. The
ancient oak doors are stood ajar, letting her slip between them to enter and
walk up to the stone altar that is the focus point of the building.
I wonder if it is too late to move from this
path. The last time I let someone have this much power over me, I lost six
years of my life on a madman's dream. Not that I would, I follow paths that
lead me to oblivion. Nation, Cartel, Sabik. Does it matter?
At least I've spoken
to Degen. He knew. 'How is Evangline?' Ha! We spoke and have gone our separate
ways. For the best, I think.
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