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You move across the Old Pine Woods, trekking along a crest of a low mountain recognizable as a landmark near the Cathedral. The woods are calm and silent. Clouds have wandered away leaving a blank, pale blue canvas. The moon marks the distant sky, faded like a phantom. Your march is almost done.

Up the path to the Cathedral, you spot a lookout in the overhead tower, but it's only an image—Uncle Lou pointing down with his rifle, watching the road for any danger. In the blink of an eye, he disappears, and you hang your head in the last plodding steps along the lonely road.