Walking Along the Western Path                         -      N      - 
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A quite unnatural fog has begun to seep from the ground in this part of
the graveyard.  Unlike natural fog, it seems to have a mind of its own, and
it writhes and twists and turns as if it is being tormented by something.  A
thin tendril of the fog begins to snake its way towards you.  You should
consider heading either north, south, or east before this unnatural fog has the
chance to do anything to you.  
A corpse riddled with maggots stalks the graveyard.
A writhing, glowing tendril of fog snakes its way towards you.