musky scent

“Bastard,” she screamed, slamming her door shut. In a sudden still moment, I caught a whiff of the musky scent that had sent Brenda into such an immediate rage. I tried to talk to her, but she wouldn’t listen. I still wonder if I could have made her understand. That it wasn’t my fault. I was trapped.


Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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