Stale Air Escapes
The panel swung open with a reluctant groan, and a blast of hot, stale air rushed out. Daniel staggered back, coughing against the wave of suffocating heat.
It smelled of sweat, oil, and something metallic, like rust or blood. His stomach twisted, but he leaned forward again, knowing someone was waiting inside that suffocating darkness.
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