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... ock. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
Or...whatever passed for an internal clock underground.
Her hands moved without thinking, muscle memory guiding her through the motions of a simple breakfast. Knife, board, ingredients. Nothing complicated—just broth simmered with mossy roots, eggs fried in oil, bread warmed on the hot plate until the edges crisped golden.
The first mouthful nearly undid her. Salt, yolk, crunch. She chewed slowly, eyes shut, forcing herself to believe she ...
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