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<BR><b>Sub-territories in the City of Ghosts</b><P>
<font color="#ffffff">space</font><i>Please mark in which sub-territories you are currently playing in.</i><p>
<font color="#ffffff">space</font><b>Angelic Realms</b>
<br>Located on the borders of the human city is an old Catholic church. The stained glass windows are murky with age and the doors hang off the hinges, and yet....if you enter the church, sometimes you can hear the celestial choir singing their praises to the god that turned his back on them. Behind and next to this church is a large graveyard full of gravestones, all old. The oldest are faded and illegible, but some can still be read by the curious soul. Many of the older stones have fallen over and broken. In one corner stands a tall angel, like figure with red streaks down her cheeks. Legend have it that this lovely Seraphim weeps blood for the fallen angels of her times.<p>
<font color="#ffffff">space</font><b>The Opera house</b>
<br>In the downtown area of the city stands on old fashioned opera house. Built to resemble the Opéra Garnier, the interior is furnished in crimson velvet and gold gilding. Some seats have been torn apart by mice looking for a home, but the stage is still intact. There are many rooms which to explore. Many costumes have moth holes in them but are largely intact, for the curious to inspect. There's even rumored to be a mysterious phantom living in the catacombs of the opera house.
<p><font color="#ffffff">space</font><b>The Asylum</b>
<br>In its day, the Asylum was completely self-sufficient with its own morgue, factory, gardens, livestock, and much more. The patients spent time working and making life desirable during their stay. They played croquet, billiards, baseball games, and even had winter sleigh rides. And then the terrorists struck, and the patients all died agonizing deaths, locked in their cells. Now all that is left is the ghostly echoes of screaming inmates and bits of moldy furniture.
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