Although it was easy to see from Ayimguli’s eyes that she held the sickle in my hand in some disdain, she took it nonetheless to keep me from having to hold it up any longer.
After making all necessary preparations, I pushed the iron door with all my might. The moment it cracked open, a sickening stench pierced through my respirator and surged straight to my brain. Catching a whiff of that odor, I instinctively recoiled, quickly searching for an excuse in my mind to justify my retreat.
Yes, while the iron door didn't look heavy, it wasn't something these weasel spirits could have pushed open themselves; they must have had some other hideout. Thinking this, I felt relieved, pulled the iron door shut, and signaled for Ayimguli to join me in searching elsewhere.
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