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Elara’s POV
The hood smelled like mothballs and old wool.
I pressed my face deeper into the fabric anyway, letting the rough weave scratch against my cheeks. The veil beneath it covered everything below my eyes. Between the two layers, I could barely breathe. Each inhale pulled damp cloth against my lips.
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