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... onger than the lane itself, as if something invisible had drifted through this place and lodged in his senses. His nostrils flared once. His breath drew in slow and deep, not hurried, not startled, but reverent in a way that did not belong in a post-apocalyptic lane.
Like someone who had just smelled the most heavenly dish in a world that had forgotten flavor.
Ivan’s posture tightened.
Voss’s gaze narrowed.
Leaf Team’s eyes remained calm, but something in their at ...
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