God must love me, for he has guided me here. I need scarcely ask whether you've executed your appointed task, my dear? You're never behindhand. 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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