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It wasn’t just one thing. It was layers of polished stone warmed by sunlight, old paper, expensive citrus cleaner, faint floral diffusers that tried far too hard to be harmless, and beneath it all the constant, invisible punctuation of pheromones: guards who smelled like duty, aides who smelled like stress, and nobles who smelled like entitlement and perfume trying to mask it.
Sylvia Croft inhaled like she was tasting the air.
Dean watched her with the weary ca ...
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