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... hat smelled like rotting eggs, wet socks, fermented cabbage, and bad decisions. It was an olfactory assault that burned the nostrils and settled heavily in the back of the throat.
The mist hung low and oppressive, a suffocating grey blanket that clung to Ren’s exposed skin, leaving a film of cold, sticky dampness.
Every time Viper’s wooden pole hit the water—shloop—a bubble of trapped methane rose to the surface and popped with a depressing bloop.
The trees here were twis ...
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