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... ers, undercut by the sweet, waxy residue of burnt candles and the earthy steam from a hissing kettle on the iron grate.
Shelves groaned under the weight of glass jars filled with swirling potions, ancient tomes with cracked spines, and a few unlit lanterns that caught the light like sleepy eyes.
It was orderly in that meticulous way of hers—everything in its place—but lived-in, with a half-finished embroidery hoop on a side table, a crumpled blanket on the settee betraying a rest ...
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