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That was the first thing Liam noticed when the realtor finally slid the antique brass key into the lock and pushed open the heavy oak door. It wasn't perfume, exactly—more like the ghost of one: bergamot, old paper, and the faint, salty whisper of the Mediterranean. The realtor, a pinched woman named Mrs. Halder, wrinkled her nose as if she smelled a gas leak.

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The key was different from the others—smaller, made of blackened steel. It turned with a click that sounded like a held breath. That was the first thing Liam noticed when