A Pantomime of Deviltry and Debauch in Seven Acts
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
The Urchins Perfume Oil
$32.00
The Urchins Perfume Oil
$32.00
You hear a tittering of laughter: high-pitched and discordant, like bent, cracked silver bells clattering onto sheets of rusted metal. In the gloom of a dilapidated tent, the glow of small red eyes reflects on shining steel blades.
Dust and dead, dry flowers, ice-cold skin, the swish of a metal blade, and a memory of honey.
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