Chapter 54
- IRA
- I recoiled in sheer disgust at the horrible odor assaulting my senses like a repugnant force. The terrible stench was a vile combination of mold, decay, and something rotten that made my stomach churn violently.
- It clawed its way into my nostrils, causing me to cringe in revulsion. My face contorted as I clamped a hand over my nose and mouth, desperately trying to block out the foulness.