’ ‘Well, don’t blame me if you get your head blown off. " "Ah, Jack," said Wood, shaking his head, "where there's a will there's a way. 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. There is no future for me here. Nine years ago, I was honest—was happy. “Never heard anything of it. I wasn't taught that; I simply fell into it from contact.
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