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... heat‑shimmer across polished dragon‑bone platters, making every dish gleam like treasure newly pried from a hoard.
On the ironwood table rested a spread fit for legends—slices of ember‑kissed wyvern flank lacquered in sweet crimson blaze‑honey, coils of obsidian‑scaled crackling that snapped beneath fork tines, and a bowl of ruby‑mist gizzard stew whose steam carried faint sparks that fizzled out of existence.
Jett carved a strip of the flank, juice beading along the knife’s edg ...
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