He sighs. He needed to keep moving. Facing forwards he continues to move through the stench, watching his surroundings.
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The clanking of metal on metal could be heard. Footsteps. Heavy footsteps.
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He stops moving. Deathly quiet he listens.
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The footsteps continued. There were dozens of them. The stench was particularly worse. The air was thick with it. It almost made him want to hurl.
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These entities were causing the stench. He gagged. "Jesus..." He says as quietly as possible.