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... nrelenting pace set by their tormentor seated high upon his zombie horse and from the encroaching blight that was progressively eating him from within. He hadn’t found many opportunities to check: the collar’s compulsion was seldom relaxed for any reason: but when he had finally rolled up his trouser leg, he had been horrified to find black weeping sores and withering flesh.
He had spent several days with his skeleton minders, distributing blighted patchwork horrors throughout the forest ...
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