[Crowe was trying to find if there was anything useful left in the remains of his home. He didn't stay there much these days, and siftingt past the remains of the drones of is housemates was a little too much. He was feeling a bit defeated and was sitting on the remains of the sidewalk there, holding a charred book with him. It's the only one of this sent from home that was even close to being in one piece.]
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