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“He finishes the tea with a single swallow. Breathing deeper, he senses the energy beneath his skin. He focuses on the minute smells in the air, catching the scent of a recently varnished piano—it’s not here, not in the lounge, but the Mesmerizer can smell it along with its premium packaging—vinyl blanket and wooden box. He smirks.
That Monk mocks. Challenges. ”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance