A rancid smell stung my nostrils. The mix of goat feces and vomit made the back of my throat burn. I snapped my hand over my mouth and nose, but it did nothing to prevent the reek from invading my senses. My eyes stung as well, and began to leak water in an attempt to cleanse the wretched stench from them. The mental image of the particles in the air forced vomit to be ejected from my body. The fluid spattered on the ground, compounding the smell, and I doubled over, my stomach heaving empty hurls. I shut my watering eyes tight, covering my nose and mouth in hopes that it didn’t make the taste in my mouth any worse than it was. The smell of the dead was unbearable.
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