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You cannot depart hence. Thunder rumbled behind the manicured hills. Foolish compliments were tossed about like confetti. "So did I," answered Jack; "we had better move on. 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.

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