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Not the smell of spilled wine or crushed dust or sweat from earlier violence. This was different. This was old. The air itself tasted like iron and winter, like a throat remembering what it had swallowed.
Alex’s gaze did not leave Sekhmet. He took another step forward, slow enough to look polite, heavy enough to feel like a wall sliding into place. Sofia’s silver hair caught the lantern light as she rolled her shoulders once, and Natasha’s black eyes remained flat, the kind of flat ...
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