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... catching blood and salt and sickness. Like a wound left to fester. Exactly like that, actually. I followed the scent-taste, allowing myself to turn away from my pursuit of sound, pursuing taste instead.
Pursuing opportunity. It probably wouldnt take long.
Luckily, they werent even that far apart; for a long while, I moved in the same direction as before, continuing to slither down the same large-tunnel that I had already followed. The sounds grew louder as I approached, and the ...
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