Shroud Hearth Barrow

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The smell of death and rotten corpses laid thick in the dark air. Every breath made her more nauseous, yet the dancing light on the old nordic mural drow her closer. Could this be it? The forgotten secret of ancient powers she had heard about in legends and lore. Her heavy boots made loud echoing sounds in the damp gravehall as she slowly approached the thu'um...