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In the afternoon, a modest widow, and at night breaking a fury! Each time after sunset, my sense of smell became different, I felt smells ... the smells of male sins.
Each of them had its own taste. Vanilla, orange, cinnamon, tart wine. There were a great many of them. I could go to the most evil place, for example, such as Mr. Orf’s inn and feel in a confectionery shop. Scorestones and robbers, killers and thieves were felt to me with exquisite dishes, under the sauce of their own sins. And I was not a sorry that after my meal they did not survive. Udin!
Through death, I suffered revenge for their villainy.
I am Baroness Rosalind Klawshot, and I am a killer
Each of them had its own taste. Vanilla, orange, cinnamon, tart wine. There were a great many of them. I could go to the most evil place, for example, such as Mr. Orf’s inn and feel in a confectionery shop. Scorestones and robbers, killers and thieves were felt to me with exquisite dishes, under the sauce of their own sins. And I was not a sorry that after my meal they did not survive. Udin!
Through death, I suffered revenge for their villainy.
I am Baroness Rosalind Klawshot, and I am a killer