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. One puts gloves on one’s greedy fingers. The quarry had passed out into the open sea. The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain.
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