Fanny Fae

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– Night blooming jasmine
– Sebastien
– Caroline
– Mimosa at sunrise
– The sea air on the Fortunate Island
– Sun warmed peaches
– The metallic tang of iron and steel
– Blood
– How the Temples smell after they have been cleansed and the freshly-lit incense
– Freshly crushed peppermint
– Indian Cuisine
– The scent of the battlefield

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He was everything I had been warned about. He was tall, rather handsome in spite of the patch over one eye and he carried himself with an aristocratic arrogance that should belong to no less than a Prince. It was that arrogance that all at once infuriated and yet intrigued me. I was at the fall birthday ball of Anne de Autriche. I was alone, and as I made my way toward the palace, that lone, one-eyed figure who was always clad in black observed me. If he had wanted to be inconspicuous, he had failed miserably at the attempt that night.
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