It was dark out. The smell of fear was in the air. The lies, treachery and deceit were everywhere. The place stinked of filthy scum. Rats were scurrying about oblivious of one another and each trying to gnaw at something nearby. Like some sewer with years of defecation stuck to the walls, the place was rancid and unspeakably abhorrent to the senses. It was a nightmare come to life. The squealing of the rats ate away at one's senses driving one nearly mad. Everywhere one turned it was more of the same. Navigating the sty without soiling oneself was completely impossible. It was everywhere. The stench of the vermin as they approached was deplorable. Covering one's nose didn't help. Every breath brought the stench into ones lungs and poisoned one's very being. It was clear it was...

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