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... s Perception was showing him, but a faint hint of recognition was in his mind. Rather than think of where this memory was coming from, he padded to the door of the kitchen and opened it.
The kitchen was warm, the hearth burning with that fuel-less flame that formation arrays provided, and standing before it was a woman so short she barely reached the counter. She was stirring something in a pot, some kind of porridge, rich with what smelled like honey and nuts, while on a nearby stone sl ...
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