"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil."

This is a mix for rotting from the inside out. For those who wake, six feet under, in the middle of the night. For those buried against their will, forced into an afterlife they didn't choose. For skin cold to the touch, for hearts that no longer beat, for minds weighed down by guilt. This is for the undead of Roarton village.

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