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... in a crouch, with the impact absorbed by his gear’s reinforced joints. The snow beneath his boots was a sickly gray, stained with something that glistened like oil in the weak afternoon light.
The air struck him like a physical blow, thick with the stench of decay, musk, and something unsettlingly sweet, like overripe fruit left to rot. The pheromone miasma was so strong that it could be seen as a faint, shimmering haze that clung to the ground and coiled around the blackened tree trunks ...
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