“Do you smell it?” Aredian inquires, stroking the small skull adorning his walking cane.
“Smell it?” Arthur parrots stiffly.
“Do you smell it, young Pendragon,” Aredian says again, voice deep. “The scent of your depravity.”
“I showered,” Arthur says, hesitant.
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extract of Natural Selection by Minor_Hue from LJ
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