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... h warm, expensive cologne and a faint sweetness of amber. There was no threat in it, not at first. Only a trace of memory disguised as civility.
And suddenly, Lucas wasn’t standing on the Fitzgeralt balcony anymore.
He was in a quiet room bathed in the soft orange of firelight, the scent of aged leather and burnt sugar thick in the air. Shelves climbed the walls, filled with books that smelled of old paper and familiarity. Outside the tall windows, it was snowing heavily.
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