For Three Months, A Strange, Rotting Smell Haunted My Nights—It Clung To The Bed, The Sheets… And Always To The Spot Where Miguel Slept

but the smell lingering in the air pushed me forward.

The first cut was small.

But it was enough.

A wave of foul air rushed out, so strong it made me cough and step back, my eyes watering instantly. My heart pounded as I forced myself closer, cutting deeper into the fabric, pulling it apart until the inside began to show.

And then I saw it.

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