The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. It was dusty, with dirty clothing strewn about, a cracked basin thick with grime on the rickety dresser, and a film of grease on the leaded casement. She lay very still and closed her eyes, hear tears gliding off of her ears, causing them to itch. She traced him by his scent.
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