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here]Once they hit the dead end of this hallway, Tifa directed them to the left. A pitch black corridor greeted them like the entrance into a giant monster's belly. There was the usual apprehension, but it was an unnecessary feeling tonight. They both may have been injured, but it hardly made them infirm. If there was ever a night to brave
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The quickest route seemed to be materia-based. Any creature standing in their way would be slushied or fried in a matter of seconds. It helped clear the new corridor real fast. The smell, though, was unfortunate. Tifa had been pretty confident in her assumption that she had smelled all that the underbelly of society could produce. Apparently, rotting dog hide just hadn't been a popular fragrance in Midgar.
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