‘I must see the lady who is my great-aunt. F. Sebastian grabbed a rock from a corner and bashed in its skull. But Gerald kept to a casual note. 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. See? You marry me. He looked at her guiltily.
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