Ellyn   → Allonsythornraxx

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The scent. The usual hints of sweat and fading fire smoke were mired with heavier, harsher scents. Anise and lavender and something akin to rotted plums. No. Scarlett had only a blink to panic as she watched her father step around the corner.
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