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A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. 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. ’ He held his hands out of the way, surrendering his chest for her assault. Such revelations she hoped would be considered out of place and inappropriate.
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