Dank. Acrid. Sickening sweet. Death’s smell… pure and simple.
Taki gulped, wrinkling her nose as she dumped another shovel of debri on the screen. A small form appeared. Steel bracelet intact. Body, half melted, half rotted. Her eyes stung. She forced a hard swallow, cutting off a scream.
‘Reni.’ Her voice rose.
‘Yep?’ He paused, leaning on the handle of his shovel.
‘I – You need to see this.’ She swallowed hard, holding back vomit.
Reni joined her. ‘Aw, no. Not another one.’
‘Three.’ She choked out.
Silence fell over everyone.
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