Sharp Blue: The sweet smell of death


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Can there be any joy purer than crawling around in a cramped, dark, cold, junk-filled space on a floor smeared with blood and droppings and through air drenched in the cloying stench of death? Or any satisfaction greater than that of the man who leaves the attic knowing that he has failed to find the bloated, liquefying rodent corpse?

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