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... g prep. Staff bustled through the wide, polished kitchen, carrying trays of gleaming produce and fragrant herbs, their movements neat and practiced.
In the midst of it all, a few heads turned when Zehra stepped through the back door, her scales shimmering faintly with residual hues from her stroll.
"You’re late," a sous-chef teased, though with a nervous edge—Zehra’s opinion carried weight here.
She only laughed, dropping into her chair with the ease of someone untouchabl ...
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