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The air was thick enough to drown in, heavy with moisture and the sour stink of rot. Every breath tasted like wet leaves and old decay. Vines clawed at their ankles. Roots coiled across the ground like sleeping snakes, waiting to trip the careless. Even the men dragging them along—hardened, armed, used to violence—looked worn down by it.
Sweat soaked their collars. Boots and sneakers sank into dead leaves.
Even their abductors were suffering and grumbling.
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