The sweet, tangy scent of citrus drifted closer and closer to Allie, enveloping her in tendrils of fragrance.
The gap between the bookshelves was narrow to begin with, barely wide enough for two or three people to walk side by side. Right now, in this cramped space, the scents of citrus, camellia, and lime intertwined and lingered in the air. The previously tranquil atmosphere seemed to have been ignited by something, growing steadily hotter.
Allie had no idea what was wrong with her; she only felt her cheeks burning inexplicably. This sensation was bizarre, entirely unexpected, and she did not like it.
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