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It carried a scent—subtle, magnetic, and unlike anything he had ever smelled before.
He stopped.
There was nothing overpowering about it. No sharp alcohol bite or synthetic sweetness—just a haunting, lingering trace of warmth, woodsmoke, and something he couldn’t name.
His gaze drifted down the quiet street.
There it was.
A boutique nestled discreetly between two high-end galleries, almost shy in its presence. Its name was etched in small, silver ...
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