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When I clicked the link, I thought perhaps the word would have changed. I thought there would be something new here for me to write about, something for me to make an eloquent and not at all cliche quip about. Alas, upon arriving on this page, I saw that it was the same, stale word for me to write about.
I had smelled this odor before. It was stale, as though it had arisen from some upturned grave; it had the smell of death. As soon as it reached my nose, and subsequently my brain, I knew the end was near. I could hear the ceaseless plodding of their feet as they grew closer.