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... a fresh spring breeze that occasionally tickled your nose. The problem was the rest of the time it smelt like something had died, and then used its stench to go on a killing spree and at to the numbers. It wasn’t quite as bad as the swamp, but sometimes there was just a sparkle of hope your next breath wouldn’t be so bad. The oscillation from hope to disappointment definitely made things worse then it otherwise would be... but the swamp was just that bad. 𝑓𝘳ℯ𝒆w𝘦𝘣𝙣𝘰ѵ𝘦𝚕.c𝗼𝓶
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