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... muttered while sitting on the table, chewing with surprising enthusiasm as if the contents of the pot were something worth savouring.
The so-called vegetable soup had long lost any claim to being soup, leaving behind nothing but charred vegetables clinging stubbornly to the bottom.
Aria sat beside him with a deadpan expression that looked carved from stone. Her eyes flicked toward the pot, then toward his mouth, then finally back to his face.
"And who do you think is the ...
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