"What is that smell?" said Rory.
Rani twisted her nose in response. Noxious fumes wafted over the humid air, smelling of vomit that had been boiling for hours. The acrid smell of burning pitch grew stronger as they walked toward the factory. The smell became so strong by the time they reached the entrance that Rani was afraid of vomiting herself. It choked the air around them, as if the smell could cling to them for hours after they left.
They saw steam pouring out of window and vents, but nothing could prepare them for the furnace inside the mill. Already hot outside, the inside of the factory was scorching. Sweat immediately began to form under Rani's nose and armpits, and Rory looked faint as he took a few steps inside.