Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. Besides the table close by loaded with books, there was a central table with upright chairs around, covered in a multitude of papers, inks and quills, and assorted unrelated items such as playing cards. Lucy's grin faded. 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. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid.
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