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Broken Compass

[Axel]

“You have no idea what you are talking about,” this elf, Evander, chuckles. He then laughs, deep and resonant like a large copper bell. “I am not an...elf.”

“LIAR!!” Conner howls, snapping his jaw, “We are not letting him near our mate! He smells disgusting!”

He did smell disgusting. All Fae do. Like a patchouli-covered pine tree fucked a fireplace--too much ashes and spice. His scent is burning my synapses. My lungs are closing up as I struggle to swallow air that isn't perfumed with his funk. If he isn’

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