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GIFT
I can smell death from people; the stronger the smell, the closer their death.
EXIT
One day I leave my home to visit town.
DETECTION
Almost immediately, I catch the smell. That cloying stink of impending mortality, only it is not from anyone; it is from everyone. Everyone around me as I pass them reeks of close and inescapable death. No one escapes.
SEEK
Everyone’s calm. There’s no threat in the air. No one is afraid. No one knows. Wait for that scream.