In this wide curved moat, partially obstructed by rubbles, a village of huts and tents takes shelter.

Around a heart engraved in the stone apron of a bridge, a benevolent community is organized, under the armed protection of the Repentants. Any destitute person, any lost soul can find a sympathetic ear, a cot to rest on, and perhaps even a bowl of soup.

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