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... loor, back propped against the wall, blanket pooled around him like a discarded skin. His posture had the fragile angle of someone held together by instinct alone. He looked up as they entered slowly, too late. The pupils were blown wide, rimmed in red.
He smelled wrong.
Not the usual sharp, controlled violet-ash scent Benedict once used like a weapon.
This was a chemical burn and spoiled sweetness, pheromones collapsing in on themselves, eating their host from the inside ...
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