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... ying into a pale dusk. A faint fog hugged the roots of the trees, and every gust of wind carried the same sickly odor–rot, decay, something old and festering.
Kiaria slowed his steps, eyes scanning the crooked rooftops and the cracked stone walls in the distance. "Diala," he murmured, "do you smell it?"
She wrinkled her nose. "Rotten... and metallic. Like blood left too long."
He nodded slightly. "Strange. The villagers look alive, but the scent says otherwise."
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