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. You’re mine. Don’t leave me. It seemed older than Rome, and the stone covering it gave resistance. This is something above all rules.
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