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... te smoke, and the faint, bitter scent of old leather—a common, smell that was violently at odds with the chaos tearing through Eloise’s mind. She didn’t remember the conscious thought of hailing it. She didn’t remember giving the address, or even finding the street.
She only remembered the driver’s eyes, magnified and bewildered, flicking up to the rear-view mirror, widening dramatically at the sight of her reflection: the pristine white apron still knotted like a makeshift noose around ...
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