Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. 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. And when she went to sleep, then always Capes became the novel and wonderful guest of her dreams.
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