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"Stir a foot, at your peril. 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. . That’s probably true. When he returned, it was always the same. There was a photo of her that looked exactly like you. .
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