They stood upon a weed-grown gravel path, hedged about with thick masses of shrubbery; but the park was as black as a pocket; and the heavy effluvia of wet mould, decaying weeds and rotting leaves that choked the air, seemed only to render the murk still more opaque.
(from The Lone Wolf, by Louis Joseph Vance)
I cannot honestly say that I have ever seen "effluvia" used in a sentence - but it is indeed a word.
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