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The smell of Lysol and sour mash was charming. There was an insistent pulsing growing somewhere below him, and he was afraid of it as hedescended, the high-pitched whining of something threatening to shatter. It was serious to him. “ Shhh, honey, it’ s okay,” I murmured.