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. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. We men are like children. ” He rejoiced over this emancipation. It was for ever. “It rained the whole of the time, but we saw all the sights, and the place never seemed dull. ‘Ask him.
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