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. Gosse must now fight with his back to the altar, and a dais at his heels. I know how bad it feels. “You are late,” she murmured.
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