She breathed into a cloth soaked in rose oil as Sebastian had prescribed, but the smell of roses mixed obscenely with the smell of death and decay, causing her to retch. ” “Why shouldn’t I go?” “It isn’t a suitable place; it isn’t a suitable gathering. And then you go—and half throttle me. She would never again be lonely.
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