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 The main road that led to and from Kilead was frail and no longer able to support anything or anybody without the risk of collapsing under their weight. Random pieces of long forgotten possessions litter the roads and wild, overgrown gardens within this town.

Remnants of packages and magazines still lay at some of the doorsteps, unopened and long forgotten. At least the animals got some use out of them. Many buildings stood precariously upright despite looking like they had no means to do so. It'd take just a slight nudge of a strong wind to tipple them all over.


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