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... orced concrete resonate with the cracking of broken bones beneath me.
Every step forward is a stark reminder of the madness in Fettiyio’s labyrinth underground passages.
The walls are coated with a paperweight made of burnt flesh, polymers of teared gear bathed in a musk of the deceased wearer’s muscles, and dried blood emanates an iron odor that is mixed with the pungent stench of the oily moisture in the air, accompanying the dust, debris and smoke from the incessant explosions ...
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