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Two steaming plates sat between us, perfectly portioned, perfectly presented, golden-brown meat glazed with something shiny, a side of vegetables that actually looked roasted instead of burnt, and a small bowl of soup that smelled faintly of herbs and spice.
If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought a royal chef had wandered in overnight.
Belle sat opposite me, posture straight, hands folded neatly in her lap. Her blindfold caught the light just enough to give her an odd ...
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