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... t falling silently against the forest floor as he followed his prey through the forest. Even if it hadn’t made so much noise, there was no mistaking the scent that it emitted. To Elijah’s sense of smell, the odor was a combination of rotten eggs, something similar to cheap cigar smoke, and the sickly sweet scent of decomposing fruit. It was, to put it mildly, extremely off-putting, and he wanted nothing more than to get as far from the smell as he could manage.
But he couldn’t do that. < ...
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