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... ing with rice, filling the air with a rich aroma.
She looked up at the words, "How about braised lamb chops? We just picked some wild onions and perilla."
Rhys Blackwood appeared at some point, walked to the stone slab, picked up a kitchen knife, and began slicing the lamb.
The firelight reflected on his cold, chiseled profile, as if coating an ice sculpture with a warm hue.
Corbin Crowley wasn’t idle either, squatting outside the shed peeling beans.
Zeke ...
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