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Submitted to Contest #78
The miasma of sweat and blood was stifling. It felt as if was clotting his nostrils. Simon was having trouble as he simultaneously tried to breathe deeply to alleviate the dizzying anxiety that was bubbling up from his stomach and into his head, blurring his vision and wobbling his legs, whilst trying to prevent himself from inhaling the scent. This tightrope act was interrupted when Patrick slapped him familiarly on the shoulder, causing him to expel a bizarre cacophonic melody of gasping, coughing and rasping. “You’ll get used to it” “Hugh...
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