The dress came to her only too manifestly unwashed from its former wearer; even the under-linen they gave her seemed unclean. Her fingers closed upon it instinctively. Once a thriving town before the Pestilence, most of the buildings and the piers had been destroyed or burned. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull.
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