❝no ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner❞ -walter savage landor "What's that smell?" I ask. He turns, revealing a small flame. "Incense." "Hmm." I quirk an eyebrow. "Why?" "It masks the other scents." I sniff lightly; nothing but the bitter sweet smell again. "What scents?" "The blood." ᶜᵒᵖʸʳᶤᵍʰᵗ - ᶠᵃᶰᵈᵒᵐᵃᶤᶰ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳ - ᵇʸ ᶰʸᶜᵗᵒᵖʰᶤˡᶤᵃᶜ_