Nearing an Intersection                                -      N      - 
(-------------------------------------------------)     W <---(M)---> E
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Dead branches of trees hang over the rusted iron fence, seeming to reach
out and grab you and pull you over to them.  The pavement is broken with
weeds growing through the holes and cracks.  The wind suddenly picks up and
a pile of leaves swirl up into the air and a cold chill sinks into your
bones.  The path continues to the east back towards the entrance while west
leads to an intersection.