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Summary: It's the smell of it. Chemical. Bitter and sharp as a raw edge on the metal. Just a hint of it as she passes him at breakfast - but just enough to stop her dead, mid-step.
There is Wolfsbane in his tea.
This Is a Work in progress. I told myself I was not going to read a WIP. BUT FUCK THIS IS SO GOOD, I HAVE ALREADY REREAD IT A FEW TIMES. I LOVE IT I LOVE IT!
