The camp seems deserted. Black ash stains the ground, covering it like a thick snow. Tents and wagons lay scorched, their goods made off with. Inside one of tents, one which surprisingly was still standing, was a book. Reading the cover, it says... Inside reads... 'I can' t say I'll be longing for this place after we've gone. Perhaps when we do leave I will feel better.' ~ Daniel A.
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