A foul stench permeates the whole of the Acre, except for the tower of Kara Nuel. It is the stench of old death, of blood and rot, of things left unburied that should have been entombed beneath earth and stone. The walls are stained with the nightmares of the dying, for all that dies here, dies cruelly. There is no mercy in hell and there is less in the Acre.
~ Aufstrag: The Horned God's Acre
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