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... t sense sharpened. His nostrils flared. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
The air in the chamber was heavy with the scent of their distress. Elara’s cloying, fear-soured perfume, the acrid tang of his own sweat and fury, the clean, impersonal smell of the pine logs crackling in the hearth.
But beneath it all... threaded through the layers of present turmoil...
Faint.
So delicate it was almost a memory, not an aroma. A whisper against his senses where a shout had just b ...
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