On the Commons, across from the fountain, is what I always thought was a church. The structure, architecture and stained glass windows just lead me to assume that it was a church of some kind, especially since Halifax is pretty big on churches and has quite a few of them. But while fetching a renegade frisbee this afternoon during a game of Taps, I got in close enough to read the etching above the front door. Armory. The building all of a sudden took on a whole new eerie, gloomy vibe that gives me the willies.
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