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Getting louder with each second

It smelled dirty and musty, and vaguely of animal, like an old dog who’d just come in from the rain. Only not as friendly. Good. I’m starving, she said, relaxing a bit. They might get through this yet. Me too, said a squeaky, high-pitched voice from behind...

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