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... the night. The man who pulled it shut leaned his back against the rough wall. His hand lingered on the iron handle, as though to be sure no sound leaked out.
The room, if it could be called that, was neither cellar nor hall. Its ceiling was low, beams uneven, as though the structure had been built into something abandoned and never intended for use.
The air carried a sweetness that made the throat itch. Flowers somewhere had rotted until their scent was closer to syrup than perfu ...
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