Caelain staggers backwards, gagging on the stench of the noxious vapors enwreathing his head.
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Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner -- Samuel Coleridge Taylor