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... ith’s engines. It left the two of them in a silence broken only by the scrape of plastic spoons on metal containers.
Vane had outdone himself tonight. No nutrient paste. He had brought actual roasted fowl and tubers seasoned with herbs that smelled like real dirt and sunshine rather than an alchemist’s lab.
Senna ate slowly. Her hands shook less than usual. The real food seemed to put a temporary dent in the exhaustion radiating off her.
"Where did you get this?" she aske ...
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