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. "I told you the prison wasn't built that could hold me," cried Jack. ‘Hates doing the pretty.
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