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The rational part of his brain screamed against the idea, detailing the potential costs, the mess, the irreversible damage to his meticulously maintained property. Breaking into a wall was not a casual undertaking; it implied hammers, saws, plaster dust, and a monumental repair job afterward. Yet, the relentless, putrid stench, now a thick, almost tangible presence, clawed at his resolve, slowly but surely eroding his resistance. It was an unbearable choice between preserving the structural integrity of his home and preserving his sanity. The smell had escalated to such an extent that it burned his nostrils, caused headaches, and made his stomach churn constantly. He had exhausted every conceivable conventional solution, every home remedy, every internet forum suggestion, and still, the invisible enemy persisted, stronger and more defiant than ever. The insidious odor seemed to pulse from a specific section of the living room wall, a silent accusation, a challenge he could no longer ignore. A deep breath, a clenching of his jaw, and a grim determination settled over him. The time for speculation was over. The time for action, no matter how drastic, had arrived. He had to know. He needed to know.
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