19: THE PHANTOM OF A HUNDRED YEARS

ELIJAH

The scent of jasmine and something sickly sweet clung to Medina like a heavy shroud, suffocating in its insistence. She draped herself over my chaise lounge, a creature of practiced seduction, her silk-clad limbs artfully positioned to invite my touch.

Yet, even as her fingers trailed ...

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