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... Lucian's hand was firm, yet somehow gentle as he led me into an enormous kitchen. I felt like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole, except this was no Wonderland—it was more like stepping into the culinary version of the White House–gleaming countertops, shiny stainless steel appliances, and chefs dressed in pristine uniforms bustling around with practiced ease. The smell hit me first: fresh herbs, roasting meats, and... was that saffron? My stomach growled before I could stop it. Embarrassing. < ...
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