Chapter 58 Hurt

• |Aria|
• The choking smell of herbs slowly filled my nostrils and it didn’t clear up no matter how much I tried to breathe it away. My hands and legs felt numb and heavy. A thick, musky haze clung to the air like a damp woolen cloak. The scent of crushed sage and smoldering juniper clung to my nose.
• Everything smelled sharp and earthy, as if the forest was relocated to my room. Somewhere nearby, a bundle of dried herbs crackled over a slow flame, releasing bitter smoke that curled like lazy spirits into the rafters.