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... ft of delicious street food that wafted from the vendors placed by the handful every couple of city blocks. Between that and the occasional flower stalls scattered about, there were plenty of reasons to enjoy the walk down the main street. Sadly, I couldn’t smell any of it, all that lingered on my senses was charred flesh, burnt hair, and iron even clung to my taste buds no matter what I ate or drank, it all tasted of blood. I still remember watching my classmates fall one after the other, and e ...
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