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... h due to some ominous omen.
The smell of scorched earth mixed with a stench akin to corpses rotting for days, cutting through the senses like a knife in the wind.
Occasionally, a gust of wind brought a scent reminiscent of corroded metal mingled with rotten eggs, sticky like tar, nauseating.
The vegetation was entirely withered, even the usual bird calls in the forest were absent, a deathly silence shrouded the dense woods ahead.
Vic stood in front of the blockade ...
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