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... ng never smelled the way it did during the day. The bread was long gone from the ovens. That warm, soft scent had faded. What took its place was coffee. Sharp. Bitter. It cut through everything and sat heavy at the back of my throat.
I stood in the doorway with the pot in my hands and waited.
The head chef noticed me almost at once. Her gaze dropped straight to what I was holding.
"Alpha Cian," she said, setting aside the bowl she had been working with. "You finished?" ...
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