You were in Haven at Ruth Arlene Merrill McCausland's funeral, listening to the Rev. Goohringer deliver his speech. He kept pausing, and there were small hitches in his delivery.

You could care less, you had a terrible headache, a migraine of some sort, panging in your head.

You looked down to hide your uncomfortable face, only to pause as you realized there was a bloody tooth on your legs...

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