The stark contrast of the values at the church compared to life downtown continues to bewilder Main, as she butts heads with her retainers and her expected duties at the church.
I can smell the ink...
...أشتمّ رائحة الحبر
Der Geruch von Tinte …
El aire huele a tinta…
El aire huele a tinta…
L’odeur de l’encre…
L'odore dell'inchiostro...
O cheiro de tinta...
Это же запах...