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... ver as steam curled through the air, damp tendrils clinging to my skin even after I’d turned off the water. I knotted the towel around my waist, the coarse fabric scratching against my still-damp hips. The wooden floorboards creaked underfoot as I crossed to our travel bags, my fingers leaving wet prints on the leather straps.
The clean shirt smelled faintly of lavender and sunlight when I pulled it from the neatly folded stack. The fabric whispered against my skin as I dressed, still wa ...
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