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... he sensed someone approaching, caught between sleep and wakefulness.
The air was laced with a calm, detached scent—sage, Virginia cedar, blackwood—the base notes of every men’s cologne, but especially sharp on him.
A smell of beastly scum.
Eleanor pretended to sleep and rolled over, turning her back to him.
"Get up and eat something."
Eleanor didn’t move at all.
The man repeated, "Auntie King said you didn’t have dinner."
Eleanor still kept ...
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