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A taste of Dispor

The elevator slammed to the ground, and they quickly moved with their backs against each other in a defensive posture, unsure of what to expect in the darkness before them. The air was thick with humidity, and an underlying stench crawled like scurrying rodents into their lungs, weighing heavy with each breath. The pungent stench was a mix of acetone and rotted garlic. The smell was almost dizzying from its hazardous toxicity. In the distance, there were numerous hissing and squeaks, along with wings pattering in the air as if a flock of birds was suddenly disturbed.

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