![]() ![]() It’s probably nothing to worry about, but I still don’t allow myself to breathe. What kind of toxic particles might be floating all around me. There’s no telling what diseases the dead might have. I hold my breath, not wanting to gulp in the contaminated air of rot and decay. I’m tugging on a boot when my nostrils fill with the stench of death. This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment, and may not be re-sold or given away without express written permission from the author. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons is entirely coincidental. All names, characters, places, and incidents are fictional. ![]() ![]() No part of this publication can be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic, photocopying, mechanical, or otherwise without prior permission from the author. ![]()
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