At the centre of the
deserted ghost-town of Mal Gardé rests the
district's church. The area lies across the river
from New London proper and the derelict bridge leading
across the Mississippi is all that most New Londoners
ever see of the part of their city that was deserted
in the late 1800's. With many of the dilapidated houses
still standing, and blissfully free from vandalism,
Mal Gardé looks like an idyllic small town
whose good-hearted citizens just vanished over a hundred
years ago.
It's among these bowing roves and rot-ridden furniture
that the small, wooden church reaches up towards the
encroaching canopy, its whitewash slowly peeling,
its alter and pews intact but wracked with woodworm,
its few well-worn vaults untended but for the occasional
bunch of white lilies that seem to appear from nowhere.
It is here, a place most New Londoners barely know
exist, that the more spiritual Eldritch of New London
come to meet and discuss the state of the city. A
frequent haunt for Questers and Angels, the church,
and in fact the whole area around it, still maintains
the diffuse feeling that good people still live here,
they've just been gone for a long time . . . a very
long time.
