Lyra’s POV I froze mid-step as a sharp smell but me hut of nowhere, the three trays balanced in my hands swaying dangerously as I wrinkled my nose and glanced around the hall. The scent was unmistakable even though it was buried beneath the usual smells of roasted meats, polished wood, perfume,but this one was different, it was stronger and wilder. “Mira,” I whispered, barely turning my head as I adjusted the top tray with my shoulder, “do you smell that?” She blinked at me looking confused, her arms full of folded linens. “Smell what?” I inhaled again, slower this time, trying to find it but it was gone. Or maybe it was never there. Maybe I was just tired. Or going mad. Either was possible. “Nothing,” I muttered, shaking it off as I forced myself forward again. “Forget it.” I walked through the crowd trying not to look like a total disaster with three trays stacked high. “Careful,” Mira warned from behind me “I got it.” I said. I made it two more steps before my foot caug
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