You know the smell of corn. You know the smell of rain on hot asphalt after a summer storm. You know the smell of autumn leaves in the sunlight, and you know the smell of the worms that come up and stretch across the sidewalk. You try not to look down on those days, as there's no way to avoid them all. Better to just not see. You know the rich, fertile smell of the dairy farms, and you know the smell of the pig farms...though you wish you didn't.

But this smell is different. Deeper. A dark smell that creeps into the back of your sinuses and hangs there all day, whispering secrets that make your throat clench and the acid rise from your gut.

How long can you hold your breath?

     

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