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His ears perked and a wicked grin crossed his features only for him to recoil at the sheer stink of death surrounding them. Bubbling to the surface he saw a frog, then a bloated soaked through mouse, then fish, until there were hundreds of dead fish and vermin polluting the waters.

“What in god’s name?!” He breathed, wide eyed as the dead seemed to multiply around them. He was stopped mid thought by the brush of talons against his ear as a bird flew down and snatched up one of the carcasses. Soon the sky was full of cawing shrieking carrion birds, swooping down and gobbling the feast before them, the bald heads of vultures and the ink black feathers of crows circled them, and Rosemary backed toward the woman, looking toward her cautiously to see if she was seeing what he was.

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