I think it is described pretty well at the end of the piece. Soot, blood, dust, metal, flesh... Like maybe if you held a BBQ using materials painted with old lead paint as kindling, with people tack welding nearby, and a bunch of people sanding drywall and blowing the dust at you. Now imagine the whole of the southern tip of Manhattan (south of Houston down to Wall Street) smelling like that for half a year or so.
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Does certain things trigger flashbacks? I realize that the memories that you have will come to your mind, but do you ever feel the despair of that day?