*Her ghastly screams would stop abruptly as she heard the voice of the one who would lead them out of the abandoned church and eventually, out of the borderlands. The tombstone crumbled and she would climb out of it while dirt and other debris fell from her tattered clothing. She looked at the others that were coming to a certain awareness about their situation but were unable to defy the words that had been spoken to them at the moment. All they could do was follow the priestly figure.*
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