MAG 30 Killing Floor
The Magnus Archives
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The Smell of Blood
The coppery, sweet scent of blood was the smell of the slaughterhouse as I had known it before. As I turned corners and walked through dark rooms the smell became thick. This was more than a controlledstrong or speaks but one in the face becoming perfect as a naked face had decided to magic. The sky was a dull kink. The colour of blood being washed into a drain. When I reached the next floor my heart sank to see more corridors stretching away from me though these ones all had the meat rails snaking along the ceilings and many of them were unlicked. One of them had a window looking out and all I could see outside was a metal abattoir
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