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I walked away from that church and i followed my intuition. Headed right up a hill to a walled section of the city. Well, it was a cemetery, jus' not no cemetery the like i'd seen 'fore. instead o' headstones an crosses there were these small pillars of stone with etching on four sides, and in the middle of some places what look like a small stone shed. Still walking around i notice some of these small stone pillars are more ornate than others. Some even had carvings and statues on em. What caught my eye though was one of the less ornate pillars with a statue of a small knight kneeling in from of his sword in the ground. Said sword was stuck in by it's blade, it's cross guard forming a cross.
I stare at it for a good while. Wondering just how something like this ended up in this place. Must have started too long 'cus a hear a voice behind me.
"That be da grave ov Sir Edmund Bost, Knight 'ov da first lord ov Foulmarsh, Twas dis land be called 'fore da Jinlanders came."
I turn and l see a old man, his clothing old dirty and torn, he holds a brush in one hand and some old scrapping tool in the other. I can't see his face under his hood, only his wrinkly veiny hands are exposed.
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