Verne's Stereoscopic City.
No. 91 Cemetery.
Kirk, once a shrewd and capable local Judge, was now old and frail, his hair white, worn down by thirteen years of war.
His early years chasing criminals and Cultists in the Lower City District had left his mortal body riddled with old wounds. Now, every time the weather turned overcast and rainy, his knees ached terribly and he could barely straighten his back.
The drizzling rain dampened his shoulders. The current Grand Judge of Verne's Stereoscopic City stood alone on the gravel path, staring at the headstone before him, silent for a long, long time.
[This is the Rose Tavern's bone broth stew recipe: five grams of sea salt, a small handful of watercress, a small bowl of peas, dried sea fish, beef bones, plus your favorite meat, simmer for three hours.
I hope that in the days I'm gone, you'll still eat well, Judge Kirk. —Love, Rachel.]
