On a Trail Before a Rusty Iron Gate                    -      #      - 
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The narrow trail is barely visible here as it is covered in waist-high
weeds and dead shrubs.  Progress is slow as you have to push through the
dead plants, sometimes getting tangled in them.  To the north the trail
turns into what was once a beautiful paved road, but it is now crumbling and
falling apart.  A rusty iron gate blocks your way to the north.  
A shrieking spectre floats by.
A corpse riddled with maggots stalks the graveyard.
A corpse riddled with maggots stalks the graveyard.
A thorny, red-veined vine twines its way around your feet.
'BBBRRRAAAIIINNNSSS...' a maggot eaten corpse moans.
An old and haggard undead necromancer haunts the entrance to the graveyard.