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Your inner demon has wandered off, but its stench still hovers about the room. Following the miasma up the stairs you are equal parts pleased and displeased by the smell-enhancing powers that your fake nose provides. Upon reaching the top stair, you find that the trail is lost inside of a new and ambiguously putrid bouquet.
  1. It features the aroma of bones fallen from an unearthed coffin.
  2. Or perhaps it's a burst of charred oak leading into scorched flesh.
  3. Actually, it might be more of a steel tinged with cocoa butter and blood.