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... set the first brush to stone and pushed. The bristles rasped like a saw through a thin tree. Brown came up in swirls. Old red came up in shadows. He rinsed, scrubbed again, and found more. The room did not give up its dirt easily. Rooms like this never do.
Fizz held the little tin lantern high and drifted slow along the wall like a careful moon. He tried to breathe through his mouth. It did not help. "I can taste the smell," he said, voice small and dramatic. "It tastes like a wet boot ...
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