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... reparing her schedule, noticed a heavy, dull smell drifting faintly around her.
‘...What is that? What kind of smell is that?’
It was musty, unpleasant—and yet, strangely alluring. So much so that it almost felt fragrant.
What the hell was it?
“I’ll go over today’s schedule. At 7 a.m., there’s a light breakfast, followed at 7:30 by the National American Unity Conference with Charlotte Sinclair and Vivian Whitmore. Then, two hours later, at 9 a.m.—”
She let ...
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