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... that lingered thickly in the air.
In his own little corner, Uriel sat in front of a large fire where a pot hung over the flames, filled with a stew that blended everything he had, what warriors called a Mulligan Stew.
The stew bubbled and simmered steadily, its hue a rich and dark sunset orange, the meat tender beyond words and nearly falling apart, the vegetables soaked with every bit of flavour possible until they were soft and saturated.
Uriel sat on a stool, bowl in h ...
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