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But a smell shivered him awake. It was a scent as old as the world. It was a hundred aromas of a thousand places. It was the muscular rot of mushrooms. It was the spice of oak. Meaty and redolent of soil and bark and herb. It was solid and alive - so alive! And it was close. - Stephen Irwin, The Dead Path
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