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... escape, every step rattling the rusted frame. The zombie below raised its head at the sound, a guttural groan spilling from its throat. Up close, the stench struck him immediately. Thick, sour, and rancid. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
It was the kind of rot that clawed at his nose and coated his tongue, worse than any trash pile he’d ever let fester in his room for months. His stomach lurched, but he forced it down, muttering to himself.
"God... no one ever mentioned the smell. ...
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