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Here, we bury our dead. Gethsemane exists in a state of perpetual autumm. A silent city of the dead guarded by the Sentinel of the Crypt. Here, the heroic and the notorious, divine and mortal, legendary and unsung are buried together. Though their bodies may not actually rest in Gethsemane's soil, their spirits find refuge here, and serve as eternal reminders that Death is king, eventually.
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