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... hills, dense pine forests, and white-fenced paddocks that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Aria stepped out of the helicopter—because of course Damien Sinclair didn’t drive three hours when he could fly in thirty minutes—and took a deep breath. The air here was cleaner, thinner. It smelled of sage and freedom.
"You own all of this?" Aria asked, shielding her eyes from the rotor wash as the helicopter powered down.
Damien walked around the nose of the chopper, weari ...
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