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... the faint scent of polished cedar.
It wasn’t dramatic, not loud, just a smooth motion that let the room reveal itself slowly, like it had nothing to prove.
The light spilled across the threshold and touched the stone floor of the hall, softening it.
"This will be your room," I said, stepping aside and gesturing inside.
Sophia walked past me without hesitation.
Her boots made almost no sound as they pressed into the woven rug, the fibers bending and then se ...
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