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He carried the scent of winter, filling the air with a crisp, icy, and wild rosemary scent.
"I'm here for my assessment, Doctor," I said, tightening my grip on the assessment scroll. My voice was tense with instinctive respect.
The Doctor turned and studied me with his amber eyes. "We would have closed if you'd arrived a minute later. You know the rule. Being late is considered a forfeit."
"My apologies, Doctor."
I offered no excuse for my mistake and simply lowered my head in apology. From the corner of my eye, I caught the name on the badge pinned to his chest—Kael Goliath.
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