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... ’t so much because there was nothing to say, but because none of us could find the energy to say it. We trudged onward through ankle-deep muck and rising steam, each step took more effort than the last as our clothes plastered to our bodies with sweat and whatever else the sewer had coated us in. Every breath tasted like mildew and rot, and the air was so thick it felt like we were wading through it, not just walking, which only added to our dissatisfaction. It was one thing to trudge through a ...
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