Encounters
''vetch'' ▫ᴱᴺ｜encounter｜ENC｜20260915190735-88-•
I climbed the stairs to the deck and went in that way. The house looked the same—save for the broken tree poking in through the kitchen window, Sara Laughs had stood up to the storm very well—but something was wrong. There was something I could almost smell … and perhaps I did smell it, bitter and low. Lunacy may have its own wild-vetch aroma. It’s not the kind of thing I would ever care to research.
Source: Bag of Bones ▫𓂃
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