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... hat they were doing. Smoke clung to the rafters, thick enough to sting the eyes, and the heat from the stove pressed heavy against my skin.
The soup in the pot bubbled and hissed, letting out smells both good and questionable, like a tavern meal halfway between genius and disaster.
Freya stood at the counter, sleeves rolled, hands buried in a mound of flour that looked like it had exploded on her rather than stayed where it belonged.
Her pale hair had loose strands clingi ...
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