The putrid stench rose up out of well into my nostrils which instantly cowered back. The light cascaded down to the bottom, revealing a little pink dress floating in the grotesque brown water.
The sound of bats screeching through the cave almost covered up his screams of agony. Next came only the sounds of tearing flesh.
B. Kennedy
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