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... yield. Heat spilled through the crack—not the warmth of hearths or candles, but something deeper, heavier, a breath that curled like incense, cloying and sweet.
Aiden stepped across the threshold..
The chamber swallowed him in shadows and glassy firelight.
Tall windows of crystal fractured the glow of unseen torches, throwing prisms across polished stone.
The air was thick with spice, a musk that was neither human nor wholly divine. It clung to his throat, to his ...
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