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... m’s old sewer network was a disgusting mix of stagnant water, dead rats, and rust eating away at the massive metal pipes.
But to me, in that moment, that smell was the scent of survival.
I was crawling.
Literally crawling on my stomach, dragging my shattered body through the foul water that reached chest level in some slopes.
The thick red blood pouring from my torn left shoulder and my leg wound mixed with the sewage, leaving behind a filthy c ...
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