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030. Sensory

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Jack smells the gunpowder’s metallic threat just moments before—

“Phryne, don’t!”

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“I can’t do anything to help you,” she murmurs to her own hands in her lap. “I want to find the person who did this, who hurt those girls, and I can’t.”

“You can,” Jack argues. “You’re more than just sharp eyes. You have an even sharper mind. Now think—you said it was a telephone call that led you to the warehouse. What about the voice told you the danger was real?”

Phryne remains silent. Jack squeezes her hands in his own warm, grounding touch.

"They sounded... calm."