An Aisle of the Mausoleum                              -      -      - 
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The hall is blanketed with an eerie silence.  A slight creaking sound or
a low groan can be heard, or so you think you heard.  Is your imagination
acting up on you?  The walls are a chalky white after many years of wear. 
The murals and etchings have been worn away, and cannot be easily deciphered
any longer.  You tread lightly, careful of the fact that your next step
could in fact be your last.  
A grimy man clad in black searches for cadavers to animate.