Farmakon

The drowned monk’s body is bloated, its fat turned to soap in his watery grave. His crime was revealing the apothecary secrets of his order, in a scroll inscribed with the antidotes to poisonings.

This is privileged information that keeps the power with the friary, and he betrayed his vows.

Farmakon is the smell of his sad story: the odor of parchment, ink — and the wax from the flesh of a drowned man.