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One evening in 1853 of Galway, Ireland, the pleasant aroma of light rain on soil is tainted by something foul. A scent which burns the senses and forebodes of a presence far more sinister than death itself.
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One evening in 1853 of Galway, Ireland, the pleasant aroma of light rain on soil is tainted by something foul. A scent which burns the senses and forebodes of a presence far more sinister than death itself.
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Thank you for enjoying this Grim Theatre production! To support stories and art like this, click here.