The owner of this dress had a broad weather-beaten face, small twinkling eyes, and a bushy, grizzled beard. And then her pace slackened. 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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