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1 " And there was another scent as well, one more subtle, but unquestionably more powerful. It whispered of things ancient, dark and mysterious. The smell of soot from a druid fire. The lingering bite in the air of gunpowder after a dual. It was dangerous, seductive, unnatural. And she found she could not get her fill of it. "
― Meagan McKinney , The Ground She Walks Upon