15. Noisome
The scent of Ringhaven is thick, noisome. It’s not just decay, it’s sweet, rotting, cloying. Like honey left too long in sun. The deeper into town you go, the more it clings: a perfume of mold, burnt resin, and wilting orchids. It gets into the lungs. Into the clothes. Into the soul. Even after leaving, travelers report coughing up petals weeks later.
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