Three Hundred and Twenty-Six. Mourners (3, 4k)

The Garden of the Father is a place beyond words, at least for Typhus.

The Death Guard is in a special state at the moment. Thousands of diseases spreading in the thick creeper under his feet are slowly flowing. There is a deep yellow mist in the sky, which is slowly changing with his gaze. The air smells of bone cancer, and he can smell it. he likes.

He doesn't come here many times, every time he will be here

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