You smell it again—fire, with a hint of blood. It smells like a feast's conclusion. It's a scent that haunts y…
You smell it again—fire, with a hint of blood. It smells like a feast's conclusion. It's a scent that haunts your dreams, that seems to emanate from a cave still undiscovered.
The smell in this forest is stale, almost putrid with age, but the memory of that man's voice makes it feel fresh and violent again.