Upon entering a deep mountain gorge called Morbio Inferiore, we realized that our beloved Slovko had gone missing. Slowly we are all realizing that it was he, that happy, pleasant, handsome man, who was acting as the glue of this rather dismal group of journeyers. Now that he is gone, many of the group are finding that articles of import are also missing. For me it is the very mission statement that we are all allegedly sworn to and a list of the chain of command.
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