Wood," observed Jackson, in a slightly-sarcastic tone. 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. Listen, it is I. While there's life there's hope. His expression altered. ‘Here we go again.
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