The moment J’roshi pushes the curtain aside, she’s assaulted with that sickly sweet stench of sick, that smell only those whose body was given up manifested as they seemed to start putrefying from the inside. It’s like a wave crashing into her, and for a moment the woman has to remain standing in the doorway so she might strengthen her resolve. She swal…
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