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Usually, Aria loved this smell. It was the scent of work, of ambition, of creating something out of nothing. But today, stepping onto the soundstage at 6:00 AM after taking a helicopter ride away from a crime scene, it just smelled... fake.
She walked past the craft services table, ignoring the donuts. Her body was still humming with the adrenaline of the weekend. Her skin still felt hot from Damien’s touch. It was disorienting to look at the plywood set of the "Imperial Pal ...
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