Decay – Fantasy

Decay. Everywhere. The stink of it swirled like a cloying mist, penetrating my clothes, my lungs, my hair. I had never gotten used to and I did not expect to. Anger courses through me. Anger at being back here. Anger at being summoned. But worst of all for the feeling of anticipation that pulses through my body. The taste of bitter copper on my tongue, overwhelming the stench of decay. It had been too long and too short since my last summoning. A love hate relationship I hear you ask. Yes. Almost the perfect definition of such a thing.
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