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... ss, ash, or strange metal. Instead, it was yeast and the faint sweetness of sugar caramelizing on a perfectly baked crust. The nostalgic smell hit her like a fierce slap as Meadowbrook’s rooftops came into view, sunlight spilling over them like butter over toast.
Her cart creaked beside her, its wheels humming a low, pleased sound through their bond. Even it seemed relieved. After weeks of stone corridors and magic light, the dirt road felt gentle beneath the wheels. She reached out and ...
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