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Her life is ordinary until someone starts leaving handwritten notes where they shouldn’t be. A message on her desk. A letter beneath her door. A flower left somewhere only she would notice. She doesn’t know who is leaving them, or how they know so much about her. Then there’s the scent. Cedar, amber, and smoke. It always seems to linger after the stranger has been near. YN should be afraid. Instead, she’s becoming curious. And whoever is watching her seems perfectly content to remain a mystery… for now.