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... es. Some were bloated, having been killed as much as a week before. Others were far fresher. They stunk of rot and seawater and death. He acknowledged each of his senses, cataloguing the stunned silence that followed the Druid’s sudden departure. The smells. The sight. Even the goosebumps prickling his exposed skin.
But he didn’t let himself truly feel any of it.
That would prompt an emotional reaction. It would force him to acknowledge his disgust. His fear. The tendril of foreb ...
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