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    Anesthesia Perfume Oil

    ‘Ratty!’ said the girl in something between a squeak and a horrified swallow. She had a large, water-stained red button pinned to her ragged clothes, the kind that comes attached to birthday cards. It said, in yellow letters, I AM 11.

    A scent that slips through the cracks: peppermint, lavender, bergamot, and mandrake.

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    Night’s Bridge Perfume Oil

    And then they turned a corner, and saw the bridge. It could have been one of the bridges over the Thames, five hundred years ago, thought Richard; a huge stone bridge spanning out over a vast black chasm, into the night. But there was no sky above it, no water below. It rose into darkness.

    Stone and darkness.

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