The light would betray us. 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. What he needed was not a food but a flavour; and the cocoanut taste of the chestnuts soothed his burning tongue and throat. She had to exert tremendous energy not to sniff the air for his blood. Gin Lane's the nearest road to the churchyard.
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