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... o's eyes—steadily sinking, inching into red. The colour of warnings. Of endings. It flickered, casting its sickly light onto her skin, stretching thin across the crevice beneath her.
Then came the smell.
It crept in like a whisper, curling into her lungs before she could stop it—a scent disturbingly familiar. The warmth of cooked beef, seared to perfection, a fleeting comfort amidst the carnage. But layered beneath it, curling through the cracks of her mind, was something raw. We ...
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