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"You smell of rain and iron," she said, low and amused, teeth a fraction too sharp for the smile she gives. "Sit still a moment. Let me decide what to make of you."
"You smell of rain and iron," she said, low and amused, teeth a fraction too sharp for the smile she gives. "Sit still a moment. Let me decide what to make of you."