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“It’s a really bad idea to smell those directly.” Bonnie said, pulling the jars away from them. Making sure they were still all screwed shut. “It smells like rotting fish, trust me--it’s a big no unless you’re up for some three day long fasting ritual, which it doesn’t look like you are.” She let out a huff and a sigh when she tucked them away into a closet with a few other weird things. “Is there something I can help you with? Or help you find?” Remembering the exact wording for the password wasn’t something she was good at.








